She can still remember traversing the steep dunes and the swampy grounds of the marsh where she once lived with her father’s small family. Even in those days her mother had been dejected - Pond doesn’t know of Eiffel’s capture in the Chamber, her abuse and the feathers plucked from her wings, because neither Anleifr or Eiffel had spoken of it by then, but she has heard many stories about her family’s life.
That is why she had been dreaming of them, why she had been searching for them and of the smell and the heavy dry heat of a golden desert. But all she had awoken to was the moisture of the River. When Belgaer had found her, he had reminded her of her brother even though she had hardly known Harking.
She keeps close to him as they swim across the channel to the island of Ischia. She didn’t even know if she could swim, but the help she received from Belgaer during the trip had helped and given her the courage to traverse the waters. Her transient wings were no use right now and she felt so small against the currents of the ocean they had crossed. Once they finally climb onto the sand, she shivers too with the chill of winter, but at least the sun is a little brighter now.
The young stallion asks after her wellness and Pond nods her head with a deep breath of the air; sand is familiar under her feet. He nuzzles her and she accepts it without shying this time, welcoming the warmth. “I’ll be right here,” she speaks softly, relaxing a little. She hopes they will all be as kind to her as Belgaer has been as she drops carefully to her knees where the sun shines. Questions boil in her mind, but the swim had tired her, so she rests her small body for now, eyes growing a little heavier as she awaits what would happen next.
@[Belgaer] @[Brennen]
That is why she had been dreaming of them, why she had been searching for them and of the smell and the heavy dry heat of a golden desert. But all she had awoken to was the moisture of the River. When Belgaer had found her, he had reminded her of her brother even though she had hardly known Harking.
She keeps close to him as they swim across the channel to the island of Ischia. She didn’t even know if she could swim, but the help she received from Belgaer during the trip had helped and given her the courage to traverse the waters. Her transient wings were no use right now and she felt so small against the currents of the ocean they had crossed. Once they finally climb onto the sand, she shivers too with the chill of winter, but at least the sun is a little brighter now.
The young stallion asks after her wellness and Pond nods her head with a deep breath of the air; sand is familiar under her feet. He nuzzles her and she accepts it without shying this time, welcoming the warmth. “I’ll be right here,” she speaks softly, relaxing a little. She hopes they will all be as kind to her as Belgaer has been as she drops carefully to her knees where the sun shines. Questions boil in her mind, but the swim had tired her, so she rests her small body for now, eyes growing a little heavier as she awaits what would happen next.
@[Belgaer] @[Brennen]