Solace
When Rou had come to see her the scent of Tephra had reached her before the sight of the stallion had - and she had thought of Smoak, not her father, and now she feels a pang of guilt at the memory. The young mare had known of her fathers return to Beqanna for the turn of a season, yet she had not made the return journey to her birthplace to see him. She tells herself it's justified, she had been exceptionally busy.
But fate or love has brought her another man of Tephran, and as she hears his voice on the wind - clear and strong, older but distinctly Smoak - she can't help but echo it with her own full-body whinny.
In maturity, her father's Mustang blood gave the young Caretaker the rounded figure of his Spanish ancestors, yet hint's of her mother's Morgan influence appeared in the high set of her neck and the refined shape of her skull. Much of the girlishness she had left Tephra carrying had waned, but as she approaches her childhood friend, she feels like the filly she has always been in his presence - even if she has of spent much of her time pretending to be Queen back then.
"Smoak!" The heavy spice of orchids and thunderstorms was hard to miss in the crisp mountain atmosphere, that paired with his call means it takes her only moments to find him. "I'm so happy to see you here!" She presses her muzzle to his cheek, all too aware of the goodbye she never properly gave him before Amet spirited her away.
you are my sunshine
Sorry @[Sii] - this one is going right back on your list :|
