09-13-2016, 03:17 AM
We're all drawn toward what's beautiful & broken
While Maus was not normally an overly protective Mother, here in Beqanna it seemed to be a very appropriate response. The inhabitants of this strange land were very different compared to the horses where she came from. Until she stumbled upon Beqanna, magic and special traits and abilities only lived in the stories you told children; they were make believe. That was not at all the case in this place. It didn't take the grulla minx long to figure out that in fact, these fairy tale anomalies were the norm here. To the locals here in Beqanna, meeting a horse with wings or horns or even ones obscurely colored was nothing to gawk at. It seemed to Maus that almost everyone you talked to had some special ability or genetic abnormality that set them apart from what she considered normal; but now, here in Beqanna those who have no traits or abilities are considered the oddballs. Thinking of this causes Maus' mind to pull forth the memories of Lokii. The simply thought of him was enough to make her blood boil. Perhaps he was the reason she was so untrusting of the magic that Beqanna had to offer.
Thankfully Maus doesn't have much time to ponder the bastard stallion and turns her attention back to the steel gray mare in front of her. She is speaking and the grulla minx allows her black rimmed harks to spin towards her as she listens. She smiles as the other mare offers her a home with others from the Jungle. She then goes on to tell her that they are atop the mountain petitioning for a land. Maus allows her deep amber eyes to follow the steeled minx's gaze. For the first time since waking up there, the grulla mare studies the mountain, observing its snowy peaks and once again she is struck with the burning desire to know why and how everything happened.
"Maus." she answers, slowly pull her gaze away from the mountain. "My name is Maus and this is my son, Pitch." she adds, swinging her haunches slightly to the right to reveal the silver grulla colt. His head lifts suddenly, his small black rimmed ears pricking towards the steel gray minx curiously. "H...hello." he says shyly, his tiny voice already hinting at the same accent as his mother.
Thankfully Maus doesn't have much time to ponder the bastard stallion and turns her attention back to the steel gray mare in front of her. She is speaking and the grulla minx allows her black rimmed harks to spin towards her as she listens. She smiles as the other mare offers her a home with others from the Jungle. She then goes on to tell her that they are atop the mountain petitioning for a land. Maus allows her deep amber eyes to follow the steeled minx's gaze. For the first time since waking up there, the grulla mare studies the mountain, observing its snowy peaks and once again she is struck with the burning desire to know why and how everything happened.
"Maus." she answers, slowly pull her gaze away from the mountain. "My name is Maus and this is my son, Pitch." she adds, swinging her haunches slightly to the right to reveal the silver grulla colt. His head lifts suddenly, his small black rimmed ears pricking towards the steel gray minx curiously. "H...hello." he says shyly, his tiny voice already hinting at the same accent as his mother.