Eurwen
in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
There is a place up north that has her and Mama’s colours; white, bright, brilliant, it lures. Or perhaps it’s just the fact that their Papa likes to walk there. Whatever he’s doing, it must be super interesting! Maybe there’s treasures to find, or just someone exciting to meet. Or a challenge for them, to prove how big and strong they are.
Mama knows, though. Mama knows everything. So this day, she takes them there! It’s sooo pretty - sparkly white, maybe it’s her favourite colour so far! But then... brrr. It’s also so, so super cold! Oisin doesn’t seem to mind but... oh no, Eurwen would rather stay with Mama.
She shakily clings to her mother’s side all the way, but doesn’t want to spoil her sister’s fun either. Besides, hadn’t she just before wanted to go? No, she’s going to see this through. Just... with Mama.
Oisin is the first to find something then - but when her mother leaves her side to investigate, the spotted filly quickly hides behind her father instead; pretty much the same way she had hidden behind her mother all the way. He doesn’t seem to move much. Says a few things but that’s about it. But she’s glad she sticked with him today - another stallion she hasn’t met before, appears. Winged like the colt in the snow (maybe? It’s pretty far away) - he is rather scary. But Papa is scary too. He’ll scare him away. Or... maybe not. They seem to get along.
Curiously, her brown eyes peek around her father’s front leg. The colt has a strange head, though not much stranger than Papa’s. She supposes he’s alright.
Gilt, they say. She blinks at him, looks to Mama and Sheen for guidance. Now what? Introduce? Fight? Run away?
Mama knows, though. Mama knows everything. So this day, she takes them there! It’s sooo pretty - sparkly white, maybe it’s her favourite colour so far! But then... brrr. It’s also so, so super cold! Oisin doesn’t seem to mind but... oh no, Eurwen would rather stay with Mama.
She shakily clings to her mother’s side all the way, but doesn’t want to spoil her sister’s fun either. Besides, hadn’t she just before wanted to go? No, she’s going to see this through. Just... with Mama.
Oisin is the first to find something then - but when her mother leaves her side to investigate, the spotted filly quickly hides behind her father instead; pretty much the same way she had hidden behind her mother all the way. He doesn’t seem to move much. Says a few things but that’s about it. But she’s glad she sticked with him today - another stallion she hasn’t met before, appears. Winged like the colt in the snow (maybe? It’s pretty far away) - he is rather scary. But Papa is scary too. He’ll scare him away. Or... maybe not. They seem to get along.
Curiously, her brown eyes peek around her father’s front leg. The colt has a strange head, though not much stranger than Papa’s. She supposes he’s alright.
Gilt, they say. She blinks at him, looks to Mama and Sheen for guidance. Now what? Introduce? Fight? Run away?
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
in the spring becomes the rose
@[Breckin] @[Castile] @[Gilt]