EVERYONE - MEETING

[Tarvelie]

Tarvelie

-She who is brave, is free-

As the stars bid the morning adue Tarvelie awoke, pale sails stretching out beside her. The lands were still kissed with droplets of due, the cool air tickling her sides as it drifted past. Though unlike any other day in the costal kingdom, the wind brought with it a message. A call to all inhabitants of the land she called home. A call to come together, to be one. The dun mare stiffened, taking a look over herself. Though she was healing, her body was still frail. Bones still protruding, eyes still hollow in color. This was no way to meet her queen. Though the cry calls to her again, and she sighs queitly. Wings stretch, fluttering before carrying her into the skies. The wind around her is rough on her face, though the sting is welcome , lusted for by the dark mare. It is not long until she reaches the gathering, pale hooves conecting gracefully with the ground. Her image was sickly, a tragic look for she who carried herself so highly. With a shake of her frame the pale sails that carried her here fold into themselves, tucking quietly into her sides. SHe regarded the others kindly, a smile or bob of her curved face as a small hello to her fellow neighbors. It isnt long before her green hues land upon the one who had summoned them. The painted queen. And by god did she look like one. For the month that she had been in Nernine Tarvelie had quietly respected the woman who had built herself a kingdom. For that was an honorable thing. Something not accomplished by many. Though as she looked at the blue mare that stood before them all, and the child that hugged her side, the respect doubled. This was a mother, a ruler, a friend of many. She called those of which who were new to present themselves, and her heart skipped. Moments before she had feared meeting the queen in her state, and now the whole kingdom was to see the pitiful hollow she had made out of herself. Despite this she stepped forward, head raising against the rough wind. "Tarvelie." She spoke, voice strong despite her fears. She nodded to the queen, smiling softly at the foal so tightly held to the womans side, and with that the dun faded into the crowd once more.