08-23-2020, 05:28 AM
The Isle seemed to Sobriety a place of recluse, though her mind knew it was not - or at least, not meant to be. The northernmost point of the world, however, had been showered with dusty snow once more, and this time she knew it would stay - or at least, on the northern half of the little Northern island. There where a blue, ice-like flame cracked up a never-burning tree, there was no heat to chase the ice away.
And she wouldn’t want it any other way.
Occasionally though, the chocolate mare found herself wandering south. Sachin couldn’t stay away from the other boys his age, of course, and her teal and winged son wouldn’t come to harm under his great-grandfather’s watchful eye, but it felt strange watching him grow up so fast. He had no siblings or other family to play with, but thankfully, the northern dragon had managed to convince a few young ones to stay a year here - longer only if they wanted to, themselves.
Her silver mane catch the sunlight in a metallic gleam when the ice-bred mare turns her head, catching a faint scent on the wind - a stranger, but most of all a mare’s scent mixed with the scent of birth. Now that was something new on this Isle - so far, no other mare than she had chosen this place for her child, and Sobriety herself had been aided by the ice in her blood - never feeling cold in this landscape. Sachin seemed to have it too, she had noticed; he never tucked his wings to his sides for warmth, only for comfort if she needed to scold him for coming home too late. An event that seemed to get more frequent over time.
Hooves click-clack on the parts of the Isle that were black granite, the sound dampened when she touched moss or snow instead, and hollowly changed if it happened to be ice. She does not hide her approach, searching for the new mother on the plains.
”Hello there,” she greets the dark bay and her twins with a smile, rounding a corner and an extremely sturdy, prickly bush that had hidden them from view just before. ”And welcome, I think.” she gives a small smile, thinking the mare must be tired after having two - she remembers her own battle for Sachin’s life, and doesn’t want to imagine going through that twice in a row. She settles into a hip, watching the babies (gold, a family trait for Sobriety as well, though her mane seemed to have changed it to silver instead; but they don’t otherwise look familiar and she dismisses the thought quickly), then turns back to their mother. ”If you need anything, let me know?” she offers - the Isle has lacked young life like this, and she cannot help but feel the spark of hope in her chest, that this may become more common over time. Perhaps the boys may indeed attract some girls their age - suddenly she realizes that that must have been his plan all along.
@[Kaite] this took ages, sorry! I haven’t played her a lot, sorry if she’s a bit rusty
And she wouldn’t want it any other way.
Occasionally though, the chocolate mare found herself wandering south. Sachin couldn’t stay away from the other boys his age, of course, and her teal and winged son wouldn’t come to harm under his great-grandfather’s watchful eye, but it felt strange watching him grow up so fast. He had no siblings or other family to play with, but thankfully, the northern dragon had managed to convince a few young ones to stay a year here - longer only if they wanted to, themselves.
Her silver mane catch the sunlight in a metallic gleam when the ice-bred mare turns her head, catching a faint scent on the wind - a stranger, but most of all a mare’s scent mixed with the scent of birth. Now that was something new on this Isle - so far, no other mare than she had chosen this place for her child, and Sobriety herself had been aided by the ice in her blood - never feeling cold in this landscape. Sachin seemed to have it too, she had noticed; he never tucked his wings to his sides for warmth, only for comfort if she needed to scold him for coming home too late. An event that seemed to get more frequent over time.
Hooves click-clack on the parts of the Isle that were black granite, the sound dampened when she touched moss or snow instead, and hollowly changed if it happened to be ice. She does not hide her approach, searching for the new mother on the plains.
”Hello there,” she greets the dark bay and her twins with a smile, rounding a corner and an extremely sturdy, prickly bush that had hidden them from view just before. ”And welcome, I think.” she gives a small smile, thinking the mare must be tired after having two - she remembers her own battle for Sachin’s life, and doesn’t want to imagine going through that twice in a row. She settles into a hip, watching the babies (gold, a family trait for Sobriety as well, though her mane seemed to have changed it to silver instead; but they don’t otherwise look familiar and she dismisses the thought quickly), then turns back to their mother. ”If you need anything, let me know?” she offers - the Isle has lacked young life like this, and she cannot help but feel the spark of hope in her chest, that this may become more common over time. Perhaps the boys may indeed attract some girls their age - suddenly she realizes that that must have been his plan all along.
@[Kaite] this took ages, sorry! I haven’t played her a lot, sorry if she’s a bit rusty