What a drastic change. A seeker in the field usually attracted a lot of attention and many offers. She can recall following her mother to train or watch recruiting, the mares always seemed to be fighting off suitors or kingdom offers, the strongest males having their pick of kingdoms to choose. The realization of just how cruel time is becomes even more apparent as she grazes lazily in the field for quite awhile without any interest turned her way. It’s a little insulting as much as it’s disheartening.
She sighs softly as a hoof cocks behind her. Bardot didn’t look as if she had lived through the breaking of the world, only her memories would betray her age. She didn’t even remember much of her life before appearing in this field. One day she was in the jungle, one day it fractured, one day she was here. There was no point in questioning why time or life worked the way it did. She existed and she lived and it was as simple as that.
As she considers those memories, an annoying pair of jays start circling around her head. They don’t sound like normal birds, their chirps have an unearthly tone as they twirl and grab at strands of her dark mane with mischief. Before her ears can even lace back they are suddenly gone and a voice speaks behind her. Slowly she turns her neck to gaze with indifference at the stallion that’s suddenly appeared behind her. In time, her body follows until she’s fully turned around and facing him.
Bardot doesn’t bother to hide the disappointment from her face. It’s not because he’s ugly to look at. No, he’s handsome in his own way. A little older looking, his draft like body is thick and lined with scars and burns and all manner of war stories. It’s the fact that this is it, this is all that comes calling. The glaring reality of how much has changed. How she really misses those days of strong and thriving kingdoms. Mostly she just misses the jungle, she wouldn’t have to be here to begin with if the Amazons were still intact.
He speaks of rain and she looks up briefly at the cloudy sky then back at him with a brow raised. ”Observant aren’t you.” She responds cooly but waits for his reply regardless. She assumes he must be some sort of war hero and perhaps had a proposal for a spot at the court he fought for. It couldn’t hurt to hear it even if it was the only offer that might come today.
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