06-14-2015, 02:43 PM
Though Ephrelle has always been curious about the Dale, she hadn’t actually meant to come here. Perhaps it was something subconscious, but as she roved the wide and uninhabited land between the Amazons and the Dale, she has slowly made her way north. The earth below her feet has been rising in elevation, but she’s mostly intrigued with the unfamiliar plants and animals than with how far she is above sea-level. Only when the trees around her begin to thin out and she’s looking down into a green valley does she realize where she’s ended up.
The Dale has woven its way into her family history many times in recent generations. Her great-grandmother and her grandmother ruled here, and perhaps if Dorne had less of a wandering heart perhaps Ephrelle might have been a princess too. She has heard stories of the place since she was born, and though she’s not even two years old yet, she feels as though she already knows the place. Over one of those hills is the memorial that great-grandfather Errant made for great-grandmother Lea, and somewhere in the forest is the glen that Dorne use to chase her younger brothers through while playing tag.
Ephrelle smiles happily, content to stand at the edge of the kingdom and take in as much as she can. She has no diplomatic purpose here, and she is clearly neither a native nor a fresh recruit. The green vine and crimson blossom of the amazons is bold against her mostly black coat, and the little golden honeybee rests peacefully on one long leaf as the varnish roan yearling looks over the Dale.
The Dale has woven its way into her family history many times in recent generations. Her great-grandmother and her grandmother ruled here, and perhaps if Dorne had less of a wandering heart perhaps Ephrelle might have been a princess too. She has heard stories of the place since she was born, and though she’s not even two years old yet, she feels as though she already knows the place. Over one of those hills is the memorial that great-grandfather Errant made for great-grandmother Lea, and somewhere in the forest is the glen that Dorne use to chase her younger brothers through while playing tag.
Ephrelle smiles happily, content to stand at the edge of the kingdom and take in as much as she can. She has no diplomatic purpose here, and she is clearly neither a native nor a fresh recruit. The green vine and crimson blossom of the amazons is bold against her mostly black coat, and the little golden honeybee rests peacefully on one long leaf as the varnish roan yearling looks over the Dale.
ephrelle
yearling vithiraki and charoki of the amazons