With fumbling hooves Amaris made her way along the rocky shore of the river, jumping from slippery bolder to moss slick bolder. It was a silent, personal game as she moved further and further away from the nitch her parents had settled themselves into for a home. A sort of cave, comfy and warm, but it was too supervised to be of any real fun. So, as always, she took to exploring the surrounding lands for her excitement.
The sun was near setting, casting long shadows from the trees as they stood tall and imposing in the fading light. She had no fear for the dark though, having not yet met one of the creatures her father warned her of. Kalonas -what did they even look like? Skinwalkers? So far as she was concerned, they were fairy tales the people concocted to scare foals. Only Beatrice's mild warnings stuck - that demons could come in the guise of normal, otherwise nonthreatening equines.
That thought was perhaps the most disturbing. Yet she moved on, laughing under the sunset at her simple game. Disturbing, but not enough to chase her home to hide behind her parents.
The sun was near setting, casting long shadows from the trees as they stood tall and imposing in the fading light. She had no fear for the dark though, having not yet met one of the creatures her father warned her of. Kalonas -what did they even look like? Skinwalkers? So far as she was concerned, they were fairy tales the people concocted to scare foals. Only Beatrice's mild warnings stuck - that demons could come in the guise of normal, otherwise nonthreatening equines.
That thought was perhaps the most disturbing. Yet she moved on, laughing under the sunset at her simple game. Disturbing, but not enough to chase her home to hide behind her parents.
