08-06-2016, 01:13 PM
In a few more months she’ll need to choose. Though she has grown up as a child of the Falls, her father had always made it clear that a true home is the home that ones chooses for themselves. He had chosen the Falls - as had her mother - but Raene doesn’t have to, not if she doesn’t want to. Perhaps Kreios’ advice was born of knowledge of their family, of their wandering hooves, fickle hearts, and eternal grudges. He does not want the same for Raene, and so he has given her the chance to pick her own fate.
Unfortunately Raene knows no place but the Falls and the Field (and the path between), She knows no one but her family and her kingdom mates and the wildlife in the forests around the waterfall. How can she decide what she wants if she only knows one of the options?
She wants the answer to that question, so the two-year-old filly comes to the Meadow. Her grey eyes are bright and curious, and the soft yellow shade of her sleek pelt matches her cheery mood. Raene has only ever known kindness, so the smiles that she offers to the strangers she passes are warm and genuine. She finally settles beside a chattering creek, watching the little bits of ice melted away by the unseasonably warm sunshine.
Unfortunately Raene knows no place but the Falls and the Field (and the path between), She knows no one but her family and her kingdom mates and the wildlife in the forests around the waterfall. How can she decide what she wants if she only knows one of the options?
She wants the answer to that question, so the two-year-old filly comes to the Meadow. Her grey eyes are bright and curious, and the soft yellow shade of her sleek pelt matches her cheery mood. Raene has only ever known kindness, so the smiles that she offers to the strangers she passes are warm and genuine. She finally settles beside a chattering creek, watching the little bits of ice melted away by the unseasonably warm sunshine.