this is the light that shines; Munroe, Joscelin

[munroe]

MUNROE. Munroe too held deep family values. He still thought about the kind old mare who took him in as a mere babe only to be ripped away from him by a vicious pack of wolves. He had been near death, starved and sick, when Ima had finally discovered him on that midwinter day. She had coaxed him to her with a warm embrace of wings and a soothing, gentle lullaby. And he had happily found his niche within the vast deserts that she lived and breathed. He would not trade Ima and her kin for the world. But he sometimes idly wondered who his birth family had been. Had he been unwanted and unloved? Or had a tragic fate struck his own parents down just as it had the one who had first begun raising him? Ima was truly all he had in this world. He kept away from most of the other desert-dwellers as he was disinterested in the politics and workings of the kingdom. Even amongst Ima’s other children he distanced himself for he did not know how to juggle his small jealousy of Ima’s attention being drawn away from himself to his uncertainty in opening up for trust outside of one other person. This meant that the idea of brotherhood was completely foreign to him. He had been desperately trying to find his way back home from the meadow, tired of all the meddling magic that seemed to always find its way towards him. The wild child didn’t understand why the ones with a bad agenda seemed to be so drawn to him for he sorely did not appreciate their efforts. But the meadow had now expanded outwards to an unknown forest. It had honestly been years since he’s stepped foot outside the desert and he has quickly grown lost. With hesitating steps, his hazel eyes wildly glance about in efforts to avoid any more trouble. But it seems he will once again not escape from another interaction. His path has been blocked by two others and his head lowers in suspicion. They seem friendly enough; looks can always be deceiving. He notices that both of them seem to have some gold on their person - one with gleaming eyes and the other with weaving threads throughout their mane. But little did he know that this color was an indicator of relation to each other. No gold could be seen upon his person. He remained a classic champagne dun with the addition of azure blue swirling designs upon his hindquarters. Hazel eyes remain wary yet approachable. The wild child refused to be dragged into another show of magic such as his previous experiences in the meadow. He merely wanted to reach home and back to Ima.