09-05-2019, 10:03 PM
Unknown to Lilliana, she was looking in the right place indeed, but the falcon that normally accompanied him wasn't flying above in the air for once. Turul had gone out earlier to hunt and, while Aten and Lethia had been away at the Island Resort, the falcon had stayed behind for extra protection over the foals. Since it had been quite a lot of work, Aten told his friend to have some time to himself, to rest and recover, so the falcon had taken that to full advantage.
Currently, the falcon was roosting in a tree in a glenn not very far from Aten, so he could still be reached if needed, but it was away from the small 'herd' Aten had, so he didn't have to worry about being disturbed. The golden stallion was glad to let his friend rest, since things seemed to be at peace for right now. Winter had settled over Beqanna, the Taiga's redwoods speckled white and green like an appaloosa's coat. Aten's own also had that same appearance, save for his golden coloring. His winter coat now fluffed out slightly around his frame, offsetting his muscular appearance, but it still remained sleek so he was still considered an attractive specimen.
Winter was hard on Beqanna's residents, if only because food was hard to come by. Taiga's grass meadows beneath the trees had long become covered by the snow, and what grass there was had dried out. But the horses of Taiga, of Beqanna, were hardened survivors, and Aten had ways to navigate a dwindling food supply.
For example, off in the river and near the ocean were grasses he could feast on, the meadow grass beneath the snow wasn't horrible, and when necessary, the stallion would snack on the tree bark. It wasn't a preferable option, but the bark was digestible, it didn't taste horrible, and it was safe enough to eat. Aten had taught Owin and, when she wanted to learn, Popinjay, along with Lethia, about surviving during the winter since Taiga received a lot of snow and made food scarce. They were all learning well, and at times, he left them alone to use their skills for themselves so they would know what to do when he wasn't around.
Plus, they had to learn independence. He couldn't hover over them all the time. Even if he wanted to be near Lethia all the time.
But this early in the morning, Aten had finished his walk of the southwestern border and had settled into the groves. He was currently digging through the snow with his front hoof to find some food, and managed to succeed, lowering his head to nibble on the dried grass. He did his best to ignore the bland taste, swallowing it down just to have something in his belly and keep himself warm.
The chilled wind sent a shiver through Aten's thick coat, and the stallion looked up as he munched the grass in his mouth. Off in the distance, he spotted something moving against the trees, and upon recognizing the chestnut mare, he stopped chewing and let out a whinny to call to her.
He wondered what Lilliana was doing here this early in the morning; perhaps she was searching for something?
Aten waited for the mare to come closer before he addressed her, "This is a bit of a surprise, but good morning Lilliana. What brings you to the grove so early?"
@[lilliana]
Currently, the falcon was roosting in a tree in a glenn not very far from Aten, so he could still be reached if needed, but it was away from the small 'herd' Aten had, so he didn't have to worry about being disturbed. The golden stallion was glad to let his friend rest, since things seemed to be at peace for right now. Winter had settled over Beqanna, the Taiga's redwoods speckled white and green like an appaloosa's coat. Aten's own also had that same appearance, save for his golden coloring. His winter coat now fluffed out slightly around his frame, offsetting his muscular appearance, but it still remained sleek so he was still considered an attractive specimen.
Winter was hard on Beqanna's residents, if only because food was hard to come by. Taiga's grass meadows beneath the trees had long become covered by the snow, and what grass there was had dried out. But the horses of Taiga, of Beqanna, were hardened survivors, and Aten had ways to navigate a dwindling food supply.
For example, off in the river and near the ocean were grasses he could feast on, the meadow grass beneath the snow wasn't horrible, and when necessary, the stallion would snack on the tree bark. It wasn't a preferable option, but the bark was digestible, it didn't taste horrible, and it was safe enough to eat. Aten had taught Owin and, when she wanted to learn, Popinjay, along with Lethia, about surviving during the winter since Taiga received a lot of snow and made food scarce. They were all learning well, and at times, he left them alone to use their skills for themselves so they would know what to do when he wasn't around.
Plus, they had to learn independence. He couldn't hover over them all the time. Even if he wanted to be near Lethia all the time.
But this early in the morning, Aten had finished his walk of the southwestern border and had settled into the groves. He was currently digging through the snow with his front hoof to find some food, and managed to succeed, lowering his head to nibble on the dried grass. He did his best to ignore the bland taste, swallowing it down just to have something in his belly and keep himself warm.
The chilled wind sent a shiver through Aten's thick coat, and the stallion looked up as he munched the grass in his mouth. Off in the distance, he spotted something moving against the trees, and upon recognizing the chestnut mare, he stopped chewing and let out a whinny to call to her.
He wondered what Lilliana was doing here this early in the morning; perhaps she was searching for something?
Aten waited for the mare to come closer before he addressed her, "This is a bit of a surprise, but good morning Lilliana. What brings you to the grove so early?"
@[lilliana]