04-17-2017, 07:22 PM
She was back.
And boy, how things had changed. The home she had shared with Kreios before she had left was gone along with so many other places that had previously been a part of Beqanna. She had tried venturing back to the Field, but had realized quickly that it weighed too heavy on her heart to see how much life here had changed. The Field was no long bustling with activity, but quiet and cautious.
So she instead had ventured to the Meadow; a place she had not visited before the Reckoning and therefore could not put her finger on any of the stark changes that had happened since. For this, she was grateful.
The palomino mare waded through the tall grasses that tickled her shoulders and pulled at her mane and tail, searching for something. For what, she did not know, but she trusted that she would know it when she saw it.
Or heard it.
She blamed the fragrant flowers for not smelling his scent on the breeze; the first alert she had of his presence was the long, boisterous whinny. And then then another…and another. Wow, she thought. Someone is really desperate.
With bright ears perked forward, Naira slowly and carefully picked her way through the sea of willowy grasses in search of the source. A painted mare blew past her; the sudden movement frightening her and causing her to scamper a few quick steps backwards and flatten her ears against her pale head. Realizing that the mare was around her size and not nearly as intimidating as she first thought, Naira forced herself to take deep breaths and calm herself.
In, and out.
In, and out.
Finally, after her narrow sides had stretched and compressed with her deep breaths, she moved forward in search of the source of the sound.
Said source turned out to be an imposing stallion with a coat that reminded her of the night sky. She stands there for a while, too afraid to approach but too curious to just walk away.
And boy, how things had changed. The home she had shared with Kreios before she had left was gone along with so many other places that had previously been a part of Beqanna. She had tried venturing back to the Field, but had realized quickly that it weighed too heavy on her heart to see how much life here had changed. The Field was no long bustling with activity, but quiet and cautious.
So she instead had ventured to the Meadow; a place she had not visited before the Reckoning and therefore could not put her finger on any of the stark changes that had happened since. For this, she was grateful.
The palomino mare waded through the tall grasses that tickled her shoulders and pulled at her mane and tail, searching for something. For what, she did not know, but she trusted that she would know it when she saw it.
Or heard it.
She blamed the fragrant flowers for not smelling his scent on the breeze; the first alert she had of his presence was the long, boisterous whinny. And then then another…and another. Wow, she thought. Someone is really desperate.
With bright ears perked forward, Naira slowly and carefully picked her way through the sea of willowy grasses in search of the source. A painted mare blew past her; the sudden movement frightening her and causing her to scamper a few quick steps backwards and flatten her ears against her pale head. Realizing that the mare was around her size and not nearly as intimidating as she first thought, Naira forced herself to take deep breaths and calm herself.
In, and out.
In, and out.
Finally, after her narrow sides had stretched and compressed with her deep breaths, she moved forward in search of the source of the sound.
Said source turned out to be an imposing stallion with a coat that reminded her of the night sky. She stands there for a while, too afraid to approach but too curious to just walk away.
naira
we'll be dancing in the kitchen in the pale moonlight