Fall had become winter in the time between Sibyl's encounter with Tahti and now. When she returned to Warrick's kingdom that evening, she had been a little quieter, a little more grown up - and she had been careful to wash every trace of the other girl's blood off the short spike of her budding unicorn's horn on her way home. In the short weeks which passed, she had continuously thought over what she had learned that day, but instead of seeking explanations from her parents, she had decided to find answers for herself. And soon.
So, the moonlight and midnight filly crosses the channel and into the meadow once again. In the common lands no one knew she was a princess, and she needed to find someone who wouldn't tell her parents about what she needed to do.
Today she is intent on traveling further than she ever has before, to enter the sullen, cold embrace of The Forest. But she doesn't make it that far - not before the sight of someone not that much older than herself draws her terrible curiosity.
He is little more than a speck on the horizon when she spots him, but still, she is drawn to his lanky form. She lengthens her stride and the grasses whip past her knees and belly as she canters.
Sibly was a child who yearned for the company of other children. She was rambunctious with a quick smile, and adults often looked down their long noses at her with polite laughter. She was tired of being held at an arm's length, she needed to be taken seriously - she had a mystery to solve.
"Hello!" She calls to the colt before she is even certain her voice can reach him, unwilling to let him slip away. "Wait up!"
@[abysm]
So, the moonlight and midnight filly crosses the channel and into the meadow once again. In the common lands no one knew she was a princess, and she needed to find someone who wouldn't tell her parents about what she needed to do.
Today she is intent on traveling further than she ever has before, to enter the sullen, cold embrace of The Forest. But she doesn't make it that far - not before the sight of someone not that much older than herself draws her terrible curiosity.
He is little more than a speck on the horizon when she spots him, but still, she is drawn to his lanky form. She lengthens her stride and the grasses whip past her knees and belly as she canters.
Sibly was a child who yearned for the company of other children. She was rambunctious with a quick smile, and adults often looked down their long noses at her with polite laughter. She was tired of being held at an arm's length, she needed to be taken seriously - she had a mystery to solve.
"Hello!" She calls to the colt before she is even certain her voice can reach him, unwilling to let him slip away. "Wait up!"
@[abysm]