01-09-2018, 01:30 PM
Winter was a relatively relaxing time for Raewen. There were no plows to be pulled, no carts full of produce, rarely a bit or a saddle. In years past her man had gone in to the town more often to be among his own kind during the colder months. He would layer her with blankets to protect her from the chill and she and the other horses would stand quietly in the snow outside the glowing building, their noses sending up puffs of steam as they listened to the sound of music and talk flow out to meet them. Lately the man stayed home more with his family during these darker days and only came out to see her to give her some hay, water and maybe a carrot or two. Some days she would be let out to run for a while but other days the snow was too thick on the ground. Sometimes a barn cat would join her in her stall for warmth, but otherwise she felt the weight of loneliness most in the wintertime.
She wakes to find herself on warm sand, nestled among large leafy green plants. Her body aches from the journey of the days before but the warmth around her eases the pain. She stands as quickly as she is able and takes in her surroundings - it had been all but dark when she had finally arrived the night before and exhaustion had quickly taken control. This land - Tephra, as Wound had called it, was completely foreign to her. She is unsure how she had been able to find the strength to swim to its shores from the mainland after her harrowing and unexplainable journey the day and night before except for a primal fear of being alone and unprotected in a strange land. Her pelt is no longer damp, but the salt and sand cling to her fur, burying the embedded sweet scent of hay that reminded her so much of home it hurt. What she wouldn't give for a good brushing... she is certain she looks a complete mess.
Suddenly she realizes that she is alone. Dread washes over her as her breathing becomes as quiet as possible. Where had Wound gone? Had she led her here under false pretenses? The quiet lull of the waves washing up on the beach soothes her back to her senses after a few moments of panic. She doubts the kind creature she had met yesterday would have done anything so devious. Also, did she really expect the mare to watch over her as she slept? She was allowing her fear to make her childish. Still, she couldn't shake her fear as much as she wanted to. Mustering up whatever courage she can find, the roan steps out onto the open beach and looks around, the sand making her legs feel even more unsteady. No one is in sight. "Wound?" her voice is not nearly as loud as she was hoping it would be.
@[wound]
She wakes to find herself on warm sand, nestled among large leafy green plants. Her body aches from the journey of the days before but the warmth around her eases the pain. She stands as quickly as she is able and takes in her surroundings - it had been all but dark when she had finally arrived the night before and exhaustion had quickly taken control. This land - Tephra, as Wound had called it, was completely foreign to her. She is unsure how she had been able to find the strength to swim to its shores from the mainland after her harrowing and unexplainable journey the day and night before except for a primal fear of being alone and unprotected in a strange land. Her pelt is no longer damp, but the salt and sand cling to her fur, burying the embedded sweet scent of hay that reminded her so much of home it hurt. What she wouldn't give for a good brushing... she is certain she looks a complete mess.
Suddenly she realizes that she is alone. Dread washes over her as her breathing becomes as quiet as possible. Where had Wound gone? Had she led her here under false pretenses? The quiet lull of the waves washing up on the beach soothes her back to her senses after a few moments of panic. She doubts the kind creature she had met yesterday would have done anything so devious. Also, did she really expect the mare to watch over her as she slept? She was allowing her fear to make her childish. Still, she couldn't shake her fear as much as she wanted to. Mustering up whatever courage she can find, the roan steps out onto the open beach and looks around, the sand making her legs feel even more unsteady. No one is in sight. "Wound?" her voice is not nearly as loud as she was hoping it would be.
@[wound]