Solace
. . .
At six years old Solace was the mother of five and one of the longest ruling contemporary monarchs - and fee time was hard to come by. But today she slips away from her kingdom and family for the sake of duty, leaving her youngsters well fed and in the care of her brother.
Her broad cerulean wings carry her easily over the mountains and halfway across the continent to the Adoption den, where she checks to see if any lost children have found their way into the care of the faires. But the den is empty, and instead of cutting her losses, she decides it as been too long since she last visited The Field.
Gliding above the grassy expanse, the gold-splashed mare spots a stranger resting alone in the shade. Deciding a little rest and conversation are just what she needs, Solace lands a comfortable distance away. She offers a nicker of greeting as she walks in his direction, before halting a few paces away. Her winter coat still clings to the mountain mare, but she carries herself with elegance - despite the trickle of sweat rolling down her neck.
"Mind if I share your shade?" she asks with a slight tilt of her dainty head and a light smile. "I'm not used to this heat."