07-26-2015, 02:33 PM
perhaps we've forgotten that we are still pioneers
and we've barely begun
A stallion, robust, determined. She eyes him up as he approaches, wondering what is going on inside his head, trying to guess where he is from and what he can give them. They aren't a trio for very long though before more come - another stallion, a mare, another mare. The first stallion, well, he seems nice enough. The second, she raises a curious eyebrow. It wasn't unheard of for horses in Beqanna to be peculiar colours, but she hadn't seen one for a while. She tries not to stare and when she catches Anjou doing just that, she gives her little blue roan daughter a warning nip.
"Manners," she scolds in a whisper, with the filly taking a sulken retreat between her mothers legs. The first stallion speaks, Weir. He mentions the Dale and Anjou seems taken my the idea of animals, her little eyes glistening with the possibilities. Quorra, though, for all her weathered hard years, is more calculating. She smiles politely, nods, and waits for the second stallion to speak before she gives her name. "Quorra... and this is my daughter, Anjou," she replies, for the benefit of all the gathered crowd.
The pretty dappled mare speaks next. Quorra begins to realise, all these homes would be suitable. She need not have worried about a lack of interest - they have come, giving her choice beyond her wildest dreams. Finally, Aletheia concludes her own spiel and the offers have been made. It is now for her to decide their destiny, to choose for herself and her daughter.
"Very kind offers, from all of you," she replies, a muted smile and a scrutinising eye cast upon them all. She does not know if it is right, but she has an inkling. If Anjou's father still resides in the Valley, then perhaps the best protection for them both would remain there - and a mare has come to invite them back. It couldn't have been planned better. "I think though, I should accept the offer from Aletheia - I'm sure all of your homes are lovely, but alas, I may have unfinished business within the Valley. If I am wrong, I might seek another of you out,"
"Manners," she scolds in a whisper, with the filly taking a sulken retreat between her mothers legs. The first stallion speaks, Weir. He mentions the Dale and Anjou seems taken my the idea of animals, her little eyes glistening with the possibilities. Quorra, though, for all her weathered hard years, is more calculating. She smiles politely, nods, and waits for the second stallion to speak before she gives her name. "Quorra... and this is my daughter, Anjou," she replies, for the benefit of all the gathered crowd.
The pretty dappled mare speaks next. Quorra begins to realise, all these homes would be suitable. She need not have worried about a lack of interest - they have come, giving her choice beyond her wildest dreams. Finally, Aletheia concludes her own spiel and the offers have been made. It is now for her to decide their destiny, to choose for herself and her daughter.
"Very kind offers, from all of you," she replies, a muted smile and a scrutinising eye cast upon them all. She does not know if it is right, but she has an inkling. If Anjou's father still resides in the Valley, then perhaps the best protection for them both would remain there - and a mare has come to invite them back. It couldn't have been planned better. "I think though, I should accept the offer from Aletheia - I'm sure all of your homes are lovely, but alas, I may have unfinished business within the Valley. If I am wrong, I might seek another of you out,"
Quorra
because our destiny lies above us