s i l e n e
Autumn is fine, but spring is her season.
Despite the lack of seasons within Tephra’s tropical borders, Silene wanders outside her home enough to see the changes, and the bloom of spring just after the snow melts is her favorite. The spring showers breathe new life into the lands: the blossom of plants and flowers in every color, the birth of animals in every shape and size. She loves her home, but the heat is stifling. Tephra’s closest neighbors, Sylva and Taiga, aren’t much better - eternally autumn and winter - so she travels to the Pampas to get her fill of spring. The land is largely empty of other horses, which is fine by her - aside from her family, she prefers to talk to those who can’t talk back, like the deer and the hares.
She’s the second to rise this morning as she awakens to find that Aestas is missing. Wandering, she assumes, as the sisters are prone to do. She launches onto her feet, stretching and shaking off the dirt and morning dew. Soon enough, she’s found her favorite breakfast food: berries, from a bush nearby. Berries are the easiest for her beaked mouth to eat.
It isn’t long before Silene hears the stirring and groaning of Lyali waking up behind her. She spins around, a grin spreading across her face as her sister jokingly complains, when she hears Aestas return.
Aestas’ laugh is infectious, and Silene can’t help but quietly giggle as she rustles the leaves above Lyali’s head, releasing a quick downpour. “Sorry, Ly,” she says earnestly, immediately guilty after seeing her sister drenched.
“So, where are we going today?” she asks softly, excitedly, before following with: “And how should we wake Camellia up?”
Despite the lack of seasons within Tephra’s tropical borders, Silene wanders outside her home enough to see the changes, and the bloom of spring just after the snow melts is her favorite. The spring showers breathe new life into the lands: the blossom of plants and flowers in every color, the birth of animals in every shape and size. She loves her home, but the heat is stifling. Tephra’s closest neighbors, Sylva and Taiga, aren’t much better - eternally autumn and winter - so she travels to the Pampas to get her fill of spring. The land is largely empty of other horses, which is fine by her - aside from her family, she prefers to talk to those who can’t talk back, like the deer and the hares.
She’s the second to rise this morning as she awakens to find that Aestas is missing. Wandering, she assumes, as the sisters are prone to do. She launches onto her feet, stretching and shaking off the dirt and morning dew. Soon enough, she’s found her favorite breakfast food: berries, from a bush nearby. Berries are the easiest for her beaked mouth to eat.
It isn’t long before Silene hears the stirring and groaning of Lyali waking up behind her. She spins around, a grin spreading across her face as her sister jokingly complains, when she hears Aestas return.
Aestas’ laugh is infectious, and Silene can’t help but quietly giggle as she rustles the leaves above Lyali’s head, releasing a quick downpour. “Sorry, Ly,” she says earnestly, immediately guilty after seeing her sister drenched.
“So, where are we going today?” she asks softly, excitedly, before following with: “And how should we wake Camellia up?”
@[Lyali] @[aestas] @[camellia]