we're on the road to ruin,
and we're starting at the end --
Summer in Hyaline was lovely, as was to be expected. Even though the days were hot, the lake was cool and clear, which Chryseis couldn’t get enough of, much to her mothers dismay. Briseis was fairly convinced that her daughter was put on this earth with the sole intention of seeing how quickly she could get back out. Every time she turned around she was climbing a ledge, jumping a ditch, peering in some animals burrow, or just generally seeing how many near-heart attacks she could elicit. It was never intentional, of course. Chryseis was not a calculating creature, she just hadn’t developed the ability to think her actions through.
Such as tonight.
With it being sweltering during the day, the little blue roan filly found that most of her energy was going to waste sleeping in the cooler parts of the night. At this moment, she was nestled in the soft grass at her mother’s feet, feigning a peaceful, angelic sleep. A single ear was trained on the mare that stood over her, listening to the rhythm of her breathing. She knew she only had a small window where she could sneak off. Her mother was a restless sleeper, and the only sign that she had reached a deep sleep was the quiet, strained sounds she made when trapped in a nightmare. The nightmares didn’t last long, and afterward Briseis always awoke with a start. She needed to make sure she was gone before that happened. Patiently, she waited, and once it was clear that Briseis was asleep, the young filly slowly collected her too-long legs beneath her, and cautiously she began to creep away.
Once safely away, she sprinted, swallowing the gleeful giggle that threatened to spill out of her mouth. Beneath the star-dotted sky she ran, deftly dodging the other sleeping bodies. She knows the other children of Hyaline were most likely asleep, but she doesn’t need them for where she is going. On a previous travel with her mother she had seen a path that led through the trees up the mountainside; her curiosity had been piqued ever since. If all went as planned, she would arrive safely back by morning, and only be grounded until she was three.
chryseisof leilan and briseis
and we're starting at the end --
Summer in Hyaline was lovely, as was to be expected. Even though the days were hot, the lake was cool and clear, which Chryseis couldn’t get enough of, much to her mothers dismay. Briseis was fairly convinced that her daughter was put on this earth with the sole intention of seeing how quickly she could get back out. Every time she turned around she was climbing a ledge, jumping a ditch, peering in some animals burrow, or just generally seeing how many near-heart attacks she could elicit. It was never intentional, of course. Chryseis was not a calculating creature, she just hadn’t developed the ability to think her actions through.
Such as tonight.
With it being sweltering during the day, the little blue roan filly found that most of her energy was going to waste sleeping in the cooler parts of the night. At this moment, she was nestled in the soft grass at her mother’s feet, feigning a peaceful, angelic sleep. A single ear was trained on the mare that stood over her, listening to the rhythm of her breathing. She knew she only had a small window where she could sneak off. Her mother was a restless sleeper, and the only sign that she had reached a deep sleep was the quiet, strained sounds she made when trapped in a nightmare. The nightmares didn’t last long, and afterward Briseis always awoke with a start. She needed to make sure she was gone before that happened. Patiently, she waited, and once it was clear that Briseis was asleep, the young filly slowly collected her too-long legs beneath her, and cautiously she began to creep away.
Once safely away, she sprinted, swallowing the gleeful giggle that threatened to spill out of her mouth. Beneath the star-dotted sky she ran, deftly dodging the other sleeping bodies. She knows the other children of Hyaline were most likely asleep, but she doesn’t need them for where she is going. On a previous travel with her mother she had seen a path that led through the trees up the mountainside; her curiosity had been piqued ever since. If all went as planned, she would arrive safely back by morning, and only be grounded until she was three.