The days grow shorter and her sons grow longer - their necks, their legs, their backs. Their days build with a sort of routine that fills all of their days. Yanhua and Nashua develop - their haunches round with muscle and their chests start to fill out just as their days do. As the season of summer starts to fade towards the blaze of autumn, her colts are the sweetest change in this primordial forest.
Still, they are colts and as the season lingers between change, they need more. More room. More space. More time. They are gone for longer spans of time, they venture further from her and she has to accept this.
Soon (but not yet, she comforts herself), they will be gone much too long and gone much too far.
Today as the light lazily trickles down from above, they are gone again and she takes advantage of this newfound time. The chestnut mare had hoped to find Aten - their Guardian of this prehistoric forest - and curses quietly when she does not, "Winds.”
It’s another trail gone cold, another change in the breeze that reveals nothing at all.
Her delicate head looks up, appraising how much of the day she has wasted and decides to turn back to the heart of the Taiga - back to where her boys will know to find her. It’s a silly thing but she likes to be there to greet them when they still have the sheen of adventure on them, when they are still bright-eyed with thrill to tell her what their day has yielded.
It’s only when she has turned back towards the North that she senses something. A crisp breeze runs its fingers through the treetops and aside from their usual groan, there is an unnerving sensation prickling up her spine. Someone - a new smell speaks louder than the trees can grouse - is in the Northern Forest.
Lilliana weaves through the trees, searching for the source. It doesn’t take long to find him. In a forest of giants, he fits right in.
There is no Pteron to greet newcomers anymore. Aten had become increasingly harder and harder to find so the mammoth stallion finds himself with the smaller mare in front of him. It goes back to her boys - her children who run through this forest - and that is where her mind retreats when she dips her head in greeting.
"Can I help you?” Lilliana asks, not exactly wanting to disturb him. If she had known how taken he was with Taiga, her hesitance might have faded entirely.
Still, they are colts and as the season lingers between change, they need more. More room. More space. More time. They are gone for longer spans of time, they venture further from her and she has to accept this.
Soon (but not yet, she comforts herself), they will be gone much too long and gone much too far.
Today as the light lazily trickles down from above, they are gone again and she takes advantage of this newfound time. The chestnut mare had hoped to find Aten - their Guardian of this prehistoric forest - and curses quietly when she does not, "Winds.”
It’s another trail gone cold, another change in the breeze that reveals nothing at all.
Her delicate head looks up, appraising how much of the day she has wasted and decides to turn back to the heart of the Taiga - back to where her boys will know to find her. It’s a silly thing but she likes to be there to greet them when they still have the sheen of adventure on them, when they are still bright-eyed with thrill to tell her what their day has yielded.
It’s only when she has turned back towards the North that she senses something. A crisp breeze runs its fingers through the treetops and aside from their usual groan, there is an unnerving sensation prickling up her spine. Someone - a new smell speaks louder than the trees can grouse - is in the Northern Forest.
Lilliana weaves through the trees, searching for the source. It doesn’t take long to find him. In a forest of giants, he fits right in.
There is no Pteron to greet newcomers anymore. Aten had become increasingly harder and harder to find so the mammoth stallion finds himself with the smaller mare in front of him. It goes back to her boys - her children who run through this forest - and that is where her mind retreats when she dips her head in greeting.
"Can I help you?” Lilliana asks, not exactly wanting to disturb him. If she had known how taken he was with Taiga, her hesitance might have faded entirely.
LILLIANA
all that i'm after is a life full of laughter
(as long as i'm laughing with you)
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind