Rein_Carnation
As winter turns her back to the warmer months so does the changes begin. The blue mare composed of shining ice in her coat moved rather easily toward the outskirts of the village. Her soft eyes accompanied by individual whickers that crept out from her delicate throat.
Since the foals had come into the world she was free to be herself once more. Tossing her long flowing mane she whined a little louder. Her legs were still sore from the weight. She didn't mind it much as her attention transfixed itself on waiting for her friend. Be it in her own language she wanted to tell Chepi about her children.
A smaller foal carrying a dazzling spiral on her forehead stood curiously behind Celendria. She snorted as her little tail flicked back and forth. She'd heard about humans.. strange creatures. But if her mother was fond of one then why shouldn't she be. Flour white forehead peeked over the contrasting blue flank before her. Tufts of purple forelock sticking up here and there. Deep sky blue eyes blinked in anticipation.
Since the foals had come into the world she was free to be herself once more. Tossing her long flowing mane she whined a little louder. Her legs were still sore from the weight. She didn't mind it much as her attention transfixed itself on waiting for her friend. Be it in her own language she wanted to tell Chepi about her children.
A smaller foal carrying a dazzling spiral on her forehead stood curiously behind Celendria. She snorted as her little tail flicked back and forth. She'd heard about humans.. strange creatures. But if her mother was fond of one then why shouldn't she be. Flour white forehead peeked over the contrasting blue flank before her. Tufts of purple forelock sticking up here and there. Deep sky blue eyes blinked in anticipation.
Shariea-
The slender woman had grown concerned of the icy mares absence as the winter months waned into the coming spring. Every night she had wandered far from her teepee to the base of the mountains to look for her companion. Her heart ached, she'd hoped that if the mare had to leave the winter she would have at lest said goodbye in her own fashion. With a sigh she gathered her furs around her shoulders and once more set out into the night.
Her long raven tresses bounced about her waist as her shoes bit into the mush left by the winter's chill, leaving the only impressions of her passing. Perhaps the ice mare, like the horses of her tribe could risk injury and she was alone, hurt, waiting for chepi to help her. Although the maid thought this highly unlikely, her heart was still burdened by sorrow, her life had so been changed by the appearance of the mare that her absence ached deep within her bones.
Her long raven tresses bounced about her waist as her shoes bit into the mush left by the winter's chill, leaving the only impressions of her passing. Perhaps the ice mare, like the horses of her tribe could risk injury and she was alone, hurt, waiting for chepi to help her. Although the maid thought this highly unlikely, her heart was still burdened by sorrow, her life had so been changed by the appearance of the mare that her absence ached deep within her bones.
