love is a temporary madness...
It is a quiet day, filled with soft promise. As has been her wont of late, she is standing near the edge of one of the Dale’s many meadows, watching her daughter gambol, a small red and white sprite determined to make trouble. And apparently, trouble is to be had today. She sees the stallion moments after Joscelin does. Only Joscelin, with her decided lack of inhibitions, sprints off across the meadow. Each leap easily carries her farther than any stride that a normal horse might have made. For several long seconds, she appears to be simply floating through the air. Well, that’s perhaps because she is.
Elysteria gives a soft sigh of exasperation before following the yearling. It is then that she sees why the girl had taken off so suddenly. A smile curves her lips as her gaze lands on the Dale’s king, happiness sparking in her russet eyes.
Joscelin arrives at the group several long moments before her mother does. She grins widely, butting Tiphon affectionately as she does. Her wide, golden gaze then turns to the newcomer, curiosity shining from those bright depths. She sniffs him with interest before wrinkling her small, white nose. She does not recognize any of those scents from Beqanna.
Who are you?
It is then that Elysteria nears, a warm, welcoming smile upon her lips. She gives her (very rude) daughter an admonishing glance before turning her cinnamon gaze to the newcomer. Her eyes shine with curiosity, though far more restrained than Joscelin’s had been.
“Hello! I am Elysteria, and I see that you have already met Joscelin.”
A soft laugh escapes her lips, her russet eyes shining with amusement. She could never be upset with her daughter for long.
“I do hope you will forgive her… exuberance.”
Elysteria gives a soft sigh of exasperation before following the yearling. It is then that she sees why the girl had taken off so suddenly. A smile curves her lips as her gaze lands on the Dale’s king, happiness sparking in her russet eyes.
Joscelin arrives at the group several long moments before her mother does. She grins widely, butting Tiphon affectionately as she does. Her wide, golden gaze then turns to the newcomer, curiosity shining from those bright depths. She sniffs him with interest before wrinkling her small, white nose. She does not recognize any of those scents from Beqanna.
Who are you?
It is then that Elysteria nears, a warm, welcoming smile upon her lips. She gives her (very rude) daughter an admonishing glance before turning her cinnamon gaze to the newcomer. Her eyes shine with curiosity, though far more restrained than Joscelin’s had been.
“Hello! I am Elysteria, and I see that you have already met Joscelin.”
A soft laugh escapes her lips, her russet eyes shining with amusement. She could never be upset with her daughter for long.
“I do hope you will forgive her… exuberance.”
elysteria