05-08-2015, 11:09 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-09-2015, 08:04 AM by Silverbell.)
How had he gotten here? The newborn colt is not quite sure. One minute, he'd been tucked away in the warm darkness dozing away the days in ignorance of the world. And now, well.....Now he was a spindly, folded-up bundle of legs, being caressed by a huge equine whose voice was somehow very familiar to him. Looking up at her, he realizes that this giant was his mother, his caregiver, and the little spotted chestnut lets out a sort of chirring sound in response to her touch. She speaks to him, telling him a word that was his and his alone. Yronwood. He tries it out, babyish voice stumbling over the syllables on the first attempt, but soon managing to repeat it just as she had originally done. But quickly after this success, the newly dubbed boy is confused by what she is telling him. Wasn't his name Yronwood? Or had she changed her mind and wanted to call him Roe instead? Maybe both were to be considered his name, with one just being a shortened form? It sounds like a good enough guess to him, and so he silently declares the mystery solved.
Nearby movement catches his eyes, and Yronwood turns his head to look, his slight form rocking with recognition. Her. Sister. The words tumble quickly through his mind. He knows this dark filly that is absorbed in pushing herself up onto her feet, and is driven by the urge to reach her to pull off yet another imitation. Stretching out his legs and unsteadily getting to his feet, he tumbles after a moment back down to the ground, thick with grass and other vegetation that cushions his short drop. He is stubbornly back up to try again, until at last he is taking the few stumbling steps away from where he had been laying to touch his fire-bright muzzle against his twin's shadowy one. Having listened to the rest of his, their, mother's earlier words, he realizes that Sister was apparently now to be thought of as Ephrelle, or Ellie. This new place he found himself in was full of surprises. What now, though? The blanketed boy looks back towards Dorne, a curious whicker escaping his lips as he wonders what else there is to discover now. The sound of the river whose bank Dorne had given birth upon answers his question, and he takes a couple of steps down towards it before halting in astonishment. How fast the current was moving! Rooted to the spot, he wonders just how deep the water actually is.
Nearby movement catches his eyes, and Yronwood turns his head to look, his slight form rocking with recognition. Her. Sister. The words tumble quickly through his mind. He knows this dark filly that is absorbed in pushing herself up onto her feet, and is driven by the urge to reach her to pull off yet another imitation. Stretching out his legs and unsteadily getting to his feet, he tumbles after a moment back down to the ground, thick with grass and other vegetation that cushions his short drop. He is stubbornly back up to try again, until at last he is taking the few stumbling steps away from where he had been laying to touch his fire-bright muzzle against his twin's shadowy one. Having listened to the rest of his, their, mother's earlier words, he realizes that Sister was apparently now to be thought of as Ephrelle, or Ellie. This new place he found himself in was full of surprises. What now, though? The blanketed boy looks back towards Dorne, a curious whicker escaping his lips as he wonders what else there is to discover now. The sound of the river whose bank Dorne had given birth upon answers his question, and he takes a couple of steps down towards it before halting in astonishment. How fast the current was moving! Rooted to the spot, he wonders just how deep the water actually is.