05-18-2015, 10:57 PM
love is a temporary madness...
She feels so much of what he does when she gazes out upon the Dale. Every day she awakens to the sight of these hills and valleys, and she can only see the beauty, the potential. The land calls to her in a way that no other place had before. For so long, she had been a wanderer, adrift in this vast and endless world. It is ironic that the first place that had truly tethered her had been the land of her birth, so very long ago. But she had grown to cherish it in a way that few could understand. And one of those few happened to be approaching her at that very moment.
She is grazing, her strong, blunt teeth easily clipping long blades of (rather dry) late summer grass. As soon as she sees him, her delicate head rises as her dark ears tip forward. Joscelin has been chasing heaven’s know what off in the distance. As the filly had grown older, she had taken to wandering farther and farther afield. Elysteria worries, but she has been attempting to prevent herself from becoming too overbearing. She recognizes that she had been smothering her rambunctious child with her (over)protection and has been making a point of restraining herself. Everything she had done in her upbringing of Joscelin had been cautious and careful. And though she knows what had happened with Joscelin’s long dead siblings could never happen to her, such long-held fears were difficult to let go.
When Tiphon approaches, Joscelin does not immediately notice. Caught up in her childish merriment, she is not paying attention in the slightest as her mother greets the white and gold stallion, a bright smile upon her lips.
“We are well, thank you. Though Joscelin seems in no mood to join us.”
She pauses, a laugh spilling easily from her lips as her cinnamon gaze finds their red and white daughter. She appears to be following something, her nose to the ground, some distance from where they stand.
“You know, I really have no idea what she is doing.”
A small, fond smile continues to curve her lips as her gaze shifts to Tiphon. She leans forward to brush his shoulder with quiet affection. An affection she had been too reserved to display at their previous, all too brief meeting. An affection that she had once been too terrified to give. Before Joscelin had come into this world and changed everything.
She is grazing, her strong, blunt teeth easily clipping long blades of (rather dry) late summer grass. As soon as she sees him, her delicate head rises as her dark ears tip forward. Joscelin has been chasing heaven’s know what off in the distance. As the filly had grown older, she had taken to wandering farther and farther afield. Elysteria worries, but she has been attempting to prevent herself from becoming too overbearing. She recognizes that she had been smothering her rambunctious child with her (over)protection and has been making a point of restraining herself. Everything she had done in her upbringing of Joscelin had been cautious and careful. And though she knows what had happened with Joscelin’s long dead siblings could never happen to her, such long-held fears were difficult to let go.
When Tiphon approaches, Joscelin does not immediately notice. Caught up in her childish merriment, she is not paying attention in the slightest as her mother greets the white and gold stallion, a bright smile upon her lips.
“We are well, thank you. Though Joscelin seems in no mood to join us.”
She pauses, a laugh spilling easily from her lips as her cinnamon gaze finds their red and white daughter. She appears to be following something, her nose to the ground, some distance from where they stand.
“You know, I really have no idea what she is doing.”
A small, fond smile continues to curve her lips as her gaze shifts to Tiphon. She leans forward to brush his shoulder with quiet affection. An affection she had been too reserved to display at their previous, all too brief meeting. An affection that she had once been too terrified to give. Before Joscelin had come into this world and changed everything.
elysteria