01-06-2019, 08:08 AM
Eurwen
in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
Eurwen studies the mare before her a moment. She’s not supposed to greet visitors perhaps, although she has never been told not to (or perhaps that’s because her parents wouldn’t have thought she would, and hadn’t deemed it necessary to instruct her). She does know that sick horses maybe are looking for a healer, but Wishbone doesn’t look sick to her in the moment. Others, usually come to visit someone else, like Titus who had come to find his parents, she recalls. Grammama was really good at handling situations like these - and Mama herself too. Papa always said he was an idiot but, she never quite knew if he was serious.
‘Seis would know what to do, but she hadn’t seen her oldest sister for a while now. Eurwen would be sad to discover later that she had moved away, and did not want to live in Nerine any more maybe. But for now she was blissfully unaware, and felt really glad that Wishbone wasn’t mean to her and immediately requested for someone else to show up.
Wishbone acquires about liking the cold waters, and that is something the rose-golden tinted filly haden’t thought about yet in her young life. Her face distorts in a deep frown, then she shales her head. ”They’re dangerous. Makes you feel stiff, and you have to really concentrate to get to the other side.” She always wondered how Papa didn’t seem to feel the cold as much but then again, it was also strange that ice clung to him so that was just one of the many things in the world that Eurwen would take for granted. Mama didn’t like it as much as him either, though perhaps from experience, Breckin just did it without thinking.
Wishbone proposes to start walking, too, and Eurwen nods gravely. ”I’m sure we can find someone! And I can show you the ice-land if you like!” she agrees, then adds gigglishly: ”Prettier to see it from here. Once out there it’s pretty boring,” she thinks. Or, well, maybe that’s just because Oisín had forced her to inspect every single rock or tree there was to find, while the spotted twin hadn’t seen the difference between one or the other.
She’s about to leave again, but now Wishbone asks a rather formal question. Ears perked, she looks at the bay mare in deep thought. Why would she ask? Is she here on a diplomatic mission after all? Is she dangerous? Mama would not be mad if Eurwen let Wishbone in, would she? Wish seems like a nice enough mare and she knows Mama’s name and the Important Title That Can’t Be Pronounced. Hmm. But leaving the mare alone on the border is also not an option, that would mean waiting until someone passed by. She’s gotta gamble it then. ”Well. We can’t find Mama if you’re staying there.” she reasons out. Let logic prevail where sudden insecurities cannot.
‘Seis would know what to do, but she hadn’t seen her oldest sister for a while now. Eurwen would be sad to discover later that she had moved away, and did not want to live in Nerine any more maybe. But for now she was blissfully unaware, and felt really glad that Wishbone wasn’t mean to her and immediately requested for someone else to show up.
Wishbone acquires about liking the cold waters, and that is something the rose-golden tinted filly haden’t thought about yet in her young life. Her face distorts in a deep frown, then she shales her head. ”They’re dangerous. Makes you feel stiff, and you have to really concentrate to get to the other side.” She always wondered how Papa didn’t seem to feel the cold as much but then again, it was also strange that ice clung to him so that was just one of the many things in the world that Eurwen would take for granted. Mama didn’t like it as much as him either, though perhaps from experience, Breckin just did it without thinking.
Wishbone proposes to start walking, too, and Eurwen nods gravely. ”I’m sure we can find someone! And I can show you the ice-land if you like!” she agrees, then adds gigglishly: ”Prettier to see it from here. Once out there it’s pretty boring,” she thinks. Or, well, maybe that’s just because Oisín had forced her to inspect every single rock or tree there was to find, while the spotted twin hadn’t seen the difference between one or the other.
She’s about to leave again, but now Wishbone asks a rather formal question. Ears perked, she looks at the bay mare in deep thought. Why would she ask? Is she here on a diplomatic mission after all? Is she dangerous? Mama would not be mad if Eurwen let Wishbone in, would she? Wish seems like a nice enough mare and she knows Mama’s name and the Important Title That Can’t Be Pronounced. Hmm. But leaving the mare alone on the border is also not an option, that would mean waiting until someone passed by. She’s gotta gamble it then. ”Well. We can’t find Mama if you’re staying there.” she reasons out. Let logic prevail where sudden insecurities cannot.
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose
in the spring becomes the rose
@[Wishbone]