It doesn't take long, at least not all day before she hears the sounds of soft hoofbeats in the distance making their approach. For a moment she keeps still, watching the rest before finally turning her head slowly to look in the direction of the mare and her son. The sight of castile instantly causes her heart to twist in anxiety as the reminder of her youngest comes to mind. She hasn't seen him since she gave birth to him this season and every day she had spent hoping that he'd return to her, find her. She wasn't sure where he had gone. If he had chosen to leave her behind, or if he had been taken. Or if simply he had wandered too far, unable to find his way home. But what she hoped for was that she would one day find him, that they would cross paths once more and she could fret and worry and beg for his forgiveness for failing at being his mother.
But now is not the time for worries, for regrets, for searching. Now was the time for permanence. Somewhere, something she could attach herself to so that maybe, just maybe the small magenta haired colt could be given a chance to find her. It is when the mare and her colt are finally in front of her that she nods, allowing them to greet her. "Hello there, Nayl, Castile.. It is nice to meet you." Her voice is singsong sweet, light and airy as the worries are pushed deep within to the darkest corners of her mind. "My name is Marjorie," she smiles a gentle smile as she looks down at Castile before glancing up towards Nayl. "Nerine? I can't say I've heard of it. I have made my home in the forests until recently..."
Her voice trails off as the wind begins to pick up slightly, the lovely scent of coming rain following with it as the clouds overhead roll across the blue skies with ease. She glances between the two before letting the corners of her lips tilt upwards a bit more. "Can you tell me about Nerine? Is it a nice place?" She directs the questions at both of them, wanting to include Castile in the conversation the best she could for she could remember back when she was just a child and her own mother had brought her here in search of recruits for a kingdom that was no more. It had been good training, and in all honesty as a child, she had enjoyed it very much and she had a feeling he might too.
Glancing towards Nayl she nods gently. The woman reminds her of her mother. The blunt nature but kindness in her words. The strong and sturdy posture. In all honesty, she had a feeling that were here mother around the two would get along fabulously. Yet it had been years since Marjorie had seen the firefly mare. Like many of the old, Hoxepin had disappeared to the deepest corners of Beqanna, not ready for the change that had come and mourning their losses, unlike the young who had ventured out ready to explore and build for the generations to come.
But now is not the time for worries, for regrets, for searching. Now was the time for permanence. Somewhere, something she could attach herself to so that maybe, just maybe the small magenta haired colt could be given a chance to find her. It is when the mare and her colt are finally in front of her that she nods, allowing them to greet her. "Hello there, Nayl, Castile.. It is nice to meet you." Her voice is singsong sweet, light and airy as the worries are pushed deep within to the darkest corners of her mind. "My name is Marjorie," she smiles a gentle smile as she looks down at Castile before glancing up towards Nayl. "Nerine? I can't say I've heard of it. I have made my home in the forests until recently..."
Her voice trails off as the wind begins to pick up slightly, the lovely scent of coming rain following with it as the clouds overhead roll across the blue skies with ease. She glances between the two before letting the corners of her lips tilt upwards a bit more. "Can you tell me about Nerine? Is it a nice place?" She directs the questions at both of them, wanting to include Castile in the conversation the best she could for she could remember back when she was just a child and her own mother had brought her here in search of recruits for a kingdom that was no more. It had been good training, and in all honesty as a child, she had enjoyed it very much and she had a feeling he might too.
Glancing towards Nayl she nods gently. The woman reminds her of her mother. The blunt nature but kindness in her words. The strong and sturdy posture. In all honesty, she had a feeling that were here mother around the two would get along fabulously. Yet it had been years since Marjorie had seen the firefly mare. Like many of the old, Hoxepin had disappeared to the deepest corners of Beqanna, not ready for the change that had come and mourning their losses, unlike the young who had ventured out ready to explore and build for the generations to come.
I can guide you if you feel blind. I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind.
