05-30-2017, 06:22 PM
Even though Iona was constantly seeking methods of entertainment for her frantic mind, she hadn't expressed any interest in the games Crota had set up for both residents of Loess as well as those of other kingdoms that wished to join in. She'd watched the frantic participants search out the objects needed to compete in the Games, but lost interest within minutes, since she wasn't participating in the first place. Why should she be interested in something so trivial anyways?
The kingdom was relatively peaceful most days, even while the games were going on since it wasn't really a territory-wide thing. It was, but in the sense that the whole territory didn't feel overwhelmed since there weren't that many participants. So, whenever Iona felt overwhelmed in one of the kingdom's meadows or where a lot of horses were, she left, seeking out another place to be alone and locked in the puzzle of her twisted mind.
On this day, Iona found herself trailing along the coastline, near the edge of the kingdom's border where it met the ocean. She wasn't doing anything in particular, merely wandering about, absorbed in her thoughts. Nothing specific ran through her mind; she wondered about the other kingdom residents, the statuses of the other kingdoms, what horses may be lurking in the meadow today, and a variation of all kinds of topics.
But like any trained individual, Iona was never so absorbed that she missed what was going on around her. Her watchful eyes spotted the silhouette of a horse standing atop a small dune above the coastline, allowing him/her a vantage point of the sand and the ocean beyond it. Iona's mind lit up, her nerves tingling; finally, something interesting was going on.
With an excited whinny, Iona made her way up the small hill. As she got closer, she got a good look at the colt; he couldn't have been more than a yearling, his coat a healthy silver/black in color. His mane and tail were an offset silver, his eyes bright blue, like the ocean under the sunlight. He was a handsome one, and would no doubt attract the attention of the fillies once he grew older.
But, for now, Iona would have some fun. She galloped up and pranced around the colt, swishing her flaxen tail back and forth as she circled him. She gave him a critical look, her eyes hard, before her posture softened and she moved to stand in front of him. A bright smile lit up her features, completely masking the hostility she'd shown earlier but was still displaying in the recesses of her eyes.
"What's a young thing like you doing all the way out here? Lose your dam on the way? I'm sure she's worried about you," the chocolate mare teased.
The kingdom was relatively peaceful most days, even while the games were going on since it wasn't really a territory-wide thing. It was, but in the sense that the whole territory didn't feel overwhelmed since there weren't that many participants. So, whenever Iona felt overwhelmed in one of the kingdom's meadows or where a lot of horses were, she left, seeking out another place to be alone and locked in the puzzle of her twisted mind.
On this day, Iona found herself trailing along the coastline, near the edge of the kingdom's border where it met the ocean. She wasn't doing anything in particular, merely wandering about, absorbed in her thoughts. Nothing specific ran through her mind; she wondered about the other kingdom residents, the statuses of the other kingdoms, what horses may be lurking in the meadow today, and a variation of all kinds of topics.
But like any trained individual, Iona was never so absorbed that she missed what was going on around her. Her watchful eyes spotted the silhouette of a horse standing atop a small dune above the coastline, allowing him/her a vantage point of the sand and the ocean beyond it. Iona's mind lit up, her nerves tingling; finally, something interesting was going on.
With an excited whinny, Iona made her way up the small hill. As she got closer, she got a good look at the colt; he couldn't have been more than a yearling, his coat a healthy silver/black in color. His mane and tail were an offset silver, his eyes bright blue, like the ocean under the sunlight. He was a handsome one, and would no doubt attract the attention of the fillies once he grew older.
But, for now, Iona would have some fun. She galloped up and pranced around the colt, swishing her flaxen tail back and forth as she circled him. She gave him a critical look, her eyes hard, before her posture softened and she moved to stand in front of him. A bright smile lit up her features, completely masking the hostility she'd shown earlier but was still displaying in the recesses of her eyes.
"What's a young thing like you doing all the way out here? Lose your dam on the way? I'm sure she's worried about you," the chocolate mare teased.