01-27-2019, 08:52 PM
Mary
There was so many diplomatic changes going on around her, Loess changing there leadership abruptly has created chaos within the southern sector.....well at least chaos within Sylva. They never agreed to be a territory under anyone aside from Bane, they would not be bossed around by some random equine. The dapple queen rolls her eyes at the thought of some stranger marching into her land, telling her what to do.
She shakes her pelt, removing the proof of irritation as she does so. With Sabrina safely in Sylva with her father, she decides to head out to the forest. She does not actually remember a time that she had left the comfort of Sylva that was not for a diplomatic reason. It was well before her pregnancy, and well overdue.
As she travels towards the forest, the denseness of Sylva thins out, and the stink of Loess hits her nares. It once was a scent that she admired, a scent she was birthed into, but with recent events it only flares up her anger. With a roll of her eye she breaks into a gallop, the faster she reaches the forest, the faster she can forget the kingdom issues...if only for a moment.
As the trees thicken once again she knows she is in the forest, and the fresh scent of pine fills her nare. A smile tugs at her lips, the familiar area she has not visited since she was a child. If not to escape her duties for a breath of fresh air, perhaps she could find someone to recruit, or at the very least speak with. She slides to a halt once she reaches the heart of the kingdom, her breath is heavy as she attempts to regain control of it. Her optics scan the horizon, hopeful someone will appear.
She shakes her pelt, removing the proof of irritation as she does so. With Sabrina safely in Sylva with her father, she decides to head out to the forest. She does not actually remember a time that she had left the comfort of Sylva that was not for a diplomatic reason. It was well before her pregnancy, and well overdue.
As she travels towards the forest, the denseness of Sylva thins out, and the stink of Loess hits her nares. It once was a scent that she admired, a scent she was birthed into, but with recent events it only flares up her anger. With a roll of her eye she breaks into a gallop, the faster she reaches the forest, the faster she can forget the kingdom issues...if only for a moment.
As the trees thicken once again she knows she is in the forest, and the fresh scent of pine fills her nare. A smile tugs at her lips, the familiar area she has not visited since she was a child. If not to escape her duties for a breath of fresh air, perhaps she could find someone to recruit, or at the very least speak with. She slides to a halt once she reaches the heart of the kingdom, her breath is heavy as she attempts to regain control of it. Her optics scan the horizon, hopeful someone will appear.
Long May She Reign
@[Ruan] <3
