Real Fire
I had come expecting my ice, more chilled winds and clouds that hide the sun. More dry snow and firm ground. But around the rest of Beqanna, apparently ground became squishy, wet and sodden with decaying foliage. I had not expected this to be turning the forest red and brown, orangey green and to more openly display the cold, dark bark of the oak and spruce; the peeling bone-white strips off of the birch.
When we came across a suitable opening, we settled in. We'd stopped at various Kingdoms, and this called our family forth. Bit by bit, the Falls branch, Cove branch, and even an unexpected, wandering, incognito uncle - "G'reth" - appeared around us as we trekked. "Mom, is this good?" I called, counting at least twelve other horses, including myself, around me. So thirteen or so, counting Mom.
Mom was still pretty angry about what my father had done, trying to take Echo like that. Her lips and neck were still a bit burnt, but thankfully had been kept from infection by the cold of the Tundra, of home. We just had my father left, it seemed, but this clearing looked good. Mom gave a nod and everybody settled down to conversing and catching up, fawning over Echo and all the youngest ones.
I met Sunfall and Blazed, which was cool; I asked some tips on mocks and spars from Sunfall while Mom talked politics with Blazed, and I met my grandmother G'ren and G'ren Fire, who looked so similar I kept saying the wrong name. I met a couple of the others, too, before night fell. Nobody had any special traits, so we were all equal - until you count Raelnyx, anyways.
When we came across a suitable opening, we settled in. We'd stopped at various Kingdoms, and this called our family forth. Bit by bit, the Falls branch, Cove branch, and even an unexpected, wandering, incognito uncle - "G'reth" - appeared around us as we trekked. "Mom, is this good?" I called, counting at least twelve other horses, including myself, around me. So thirteen or so, counting Mom.
Mom was still pretty angry about what my father had done, trying to take Echo like that. Her lips and neck were still a bit burnt, but thankfully had been kept from infection by the cold of the Tundra, of home. We just had my father left, it seemed, but this clearing looked good. Mom gave a nod and everybody settled down to conversing and catching up, fawning over Echo and all the youngest ones.
I met Sunfall and Blazed, which was cool; I asked some tips on mocks and spars from Sunfall while Mom talked politics with Blazed, and I met my grandmother G'ren and G'ren Fire, who looked so similar I kept saying the wrong name. I met a couple of the others, too, before night fell. Nobody had any special traits, so we were all equal - until you count Raelnyx, anyways.
Quietly I go Bump, Beware
@[Insane] Here is my good, long-ish post!
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