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Be still, and listen to your heart [Roselin] - Memorie - 12-22-2020 one lives in hope of becoming a memory memorie RE: Be still, and listen to your heart [Roselin] - Roselin - 01-01-2021 Roselin tried to follow her mother as best she could. But the truth was Lilliana was everywhere and anywhere at any given time. If she wasn't patrolling the borders of Taiga, she was looking after Reave. If she wasn't looking after Reave, she was with Rosey and Oren. If the twins managed to secure some time on their own, Oren went off exploring and Roselin was free to do as she pleased. What she really wanted to do was create a garden. The silver-black filly had grown up with stories about sunflowers. There is an aunt, she knows, somewhere out in the Beyond. She grows them, is what Lilliana had explained. Somewhere out there was a golden aunt who grew golden flowers and Roselin liked the way her mother's face changed when she told that story; the way it becomes so impossibly full of light, like she had could transform into the sun itself. She doesn't have that kind of ability though. What Roselin can do is freeze and trace the leaf-covered ground with a light layer of frost. Her father tells her that one day she will be able to do more with it but as is the way with youth, she is far too impatient for it. She wishes that she could craft glaciers and icicles and blizzards now, like Leilan. She sighs and a silver tendril of ice-smoke comes dancing from her dark nostrils. For a moment, it becomes something more and a few snowflakes emerge. Elated, Rosey laughs. It isn't a glacier. But it's a start, she thinks. Unaware that she has left a memory behind, Roselin travels down a Taigan trail and starts moving towards the small copse of trees that she knows Reave and Oren both tend to gravitate towards. There is the sound of a twig breaking behind her and Rose looks back, expecting to find one of her brothers. It isn't them but the smaller filly resembles one of them. Roselin turns around to face the little chestnut (and there is a twinge of envy in her chest for the coloring; Rosey is dark where the rest of her siblings seem fire-marked). "I am," she admits with shy smile. "Who are you?" ROSELIN html by castlegraphics; art by Calcifer @[Memorie] RE: Be still, and listen to your heart [Roselin] - Memorie - 01-06-2021 one lives in hope of becoming a memory memorie RE: Be still, and listen to your heart [Roselin] - Roselin - 01-14-2021 It's been explained to her (a few times now) about their family dynamic. Lilliana never goes into the specifics but Roselin understands enough that her elder brothers have children of their own and that they also fall into this wide berth of family that seems to encompass almost every horse living in Taiga. Nashua has pale twins whose mother likes to keep them more towards the craggy Nerinian border. Yanhua has a set as well but they are not white and she can't quite remember if they have wings or stripes or spots. And then Lilliana had mentioned that there was another - a filly born outside of Yan's twins. (It might have sparked a deeper flame of curiosity within the silver-black girl if not for Reave, her younger brother who had been born in the same season as all the other Taigalings. The chestnut tobiano had been born without a twin and so Roselin realizes that not everybody comes into the world in pairs. It's still an oddity for her to think that her own mother doesn't have one.) This filly - with her flaxen mane, her blue eyes, the start of two small nubs where horns like her father will someday emerge - is very clearly the daughter of Yanhua. Rosey sees it all staring kindly back at her and the yearling stretches her neck out so that the younger girl could greet her, if she wished it. When she pulls back, Rosey is smiling. "You look like him," she says and the warmth coming from her voice means that she implies this as a compliment. Of her two older brothers (not that she will ever admit to having a favorite), it has always been Yanhua who has played along with her games and nurtured her hopes of someday bringing a garden to Taiga. There is nobody in her little world quite like him. (Oren participates from time to time but then Taiga is a big wood filled with wild wonders and it seems hard for her twin to focus on just one thing.) Rosey, happy with the explanation of who the horned filly is, continues: "I tried meeting Lumi and Ellie the other day but then I found a small meadow of lupines." Her mind grows full of the flowers - an abundance of pink and white and purple dancing in a spring breeze - and sighs. "They are Nash's daughters," she adds, realizing that Memorie might not who she is speaking of. She can almost recall their light, lovely scent. By the time she had left, it had been getting dark and she knew that the visit would have to wait for another day. Her mother didn't like her youngest children out past twilight and Roselin tried her best to follow that rule. It helped that as soon as Lilliana left for her routine patrols after dusk, Leilan - her father - came. "They are Nash's daughters," she adds, realizing that Memorie might not know who she is speaking of. (Does she know who Nashua is?) Roselin brightens at the thought and tilts her head curiously, watching as @[Memorie] asks about her garden. The smile on Roselin's dark face beams because this endeavor is one that she is coming to love. "Not yet," she admits with a touch of yearning. "I can't grow but I've been trying to find flowers to bring to Taiga." She explains and then elaborates with a puff of ice-smoke from her petite nostrils. It twinkles prettily in the spring sunshine before it dissipates, taking the winter coldness away with it. "Would you like to help?" ROSELIN html by castlegraphics apologies for this being a bit... everywhere lol RE: Be still, and listen to your heart [Roselin] - Memorie - 01-14-2021 one lives in hope of becoming a memory memorie RE: Be still, and listen to your heart [Roselin] - Roselin - 01-15-2021 Memorie brushes against her dark maw and the silver-black yearling filly smiles gently. She is almost the mirror-image of Yanhua and Rosey can see her older brother in the beaming face of the other girl. It makes her wonder who she looks like, that when she tilts her head this or that by the stream, will she find Leilan or Lilliana looking back at her? Roselin decides she would just rather look like herself. Neither are of her parents are dark-coated (though her mother explained once that she resembled an Uncle - Alvaro, was what she said his name was. Roselin sometimes wonders if she pulled her ebony coloring from her father's tattoos). Many of her siblings sport flaxen manes - like the one that is golden and gleaming in curling tufts along Memorie's slender neck - but even hers is brighter than theirs; Rosey's mane is as white as newly-fallen snow. "Do you do the thing that he does?" Rosey asks, suddenly curious. Her mother's gift had manifested in a few of her siblings - most notably Yan - and it made her curious if the trait had started to bloom in this latest generation. Her ebony head tilts, revealing a small star that normally remains hidden beneath her pale forelock. "I used to tease Mama and call it ghost-talking." The yearling shares with her, "but she says she can't see ghosts. Just things that have already... happened?" Lilliana's daughter starts to move down the trail that she had originally been traveling but glances behind her, waiting to see if Memorie would elaborate. Maybe it was different for the younger girl. One small ear pricks forward and Rosey grins at the question posed to her. "Lupines," she says again. Has Memorie never seen them? Something in her grows delighted at the thought because Roselin knows exactly where they grow. She focuses and tries to imagine the flowers as she had seen them the day before in hopes that @[Memorie] might catch a glimpse of them. The clearing that she had discovered them was a bit of a journey but the sun was still rising and Roselin assumed they both had a few hours before they would have to return to their respective resting places. "Okay!" says Roselin. "We'll start with the little meadow I found and I can show you the lupines." The girl explains to her new traveling partner. The white-maned filly starts to lead them towards the eastern border of Taiga but the mention of Yanhua and Amarine makes her curious. They were bringing new flora and fauna to Taiga? It sounded terribly exciting and made her more determined that they should have an adventure of their own. "Have you ever heard of sunflowers?" Rosey asks. They have some at the court of her aunt, she knows, in a place called Terrastella. But Roselin doubts that anybody she knows has ever traveled that far. ROSELIN html by castlegraphics RE: Be still, and listen to your heart [Roselin] - Memorie - 01-15-2021 one lives in hope of becoming a memory memorie RE: Be still, and listen to your heart [Roselin] - Roselin - 01-22-2021 Her curious smile quirks when the younger girl laughs and Roselin tilts her head, wondering if she might be privy to the joke. When Memorie reveals that the reason - that she had been comparing them both to their parents - her bright blue eyes gleam. Rose pricks her ears forward and stops, glancing back at the chestnut filly. "Sometimes I wish I had been born a different color," she admits. "It's kind of strange not...," the yearling trails off but as she looks to her cousin, she has a feeling that the filly would understand. Most of the Taigan's who claimed relation to her mother had some variation of her chestnut coat and blue eyes. Roselin shared that but hers were a paler shade, a color that seemed closer to a winter sky than a summer one. But then Leilan's daughter gives a playful toss of her dark head and blows a small puff of ice smoke. She glances at Memorie again and shrugs her shoulders. The yearling was rather fond of her ice scales and the way that they could catch the light; of the way they looked when darkness fell and Roselin could use them to reflect the glow coming from her white markings. Memorie moves closer and Rose takes that as her cue for them to continue their journey. Eager to show off her recent discovery, it doesn't take the older filly more than a few steps to reach a sweeping walk. Her hooves brush against the ground, covered in generations worth of pine needles and decaying leaves. She listens as the copper girl explains that she has the Echoes like Yanhua and that her half-brother, Reynard, does too. It would seem that spotted Cheri does not and to that, Rose can only offer: "I'm sure she has her own gifts." Magic in Beqanna was wild. At least that was how Lilliana had explained it. Sometimes there was no reason for the way that a horse might sprout wings (or antlers) and other times, it could be generational. That magical gifts could be passed along from parent to child as naturally as the seasons change. When her cousin exclaims about the beauty of the Lupines that she had shared with her, it invigorates, and Roselin grins. She can't wait to return to the little clearing again. More than that, she can't wait to share the wonder of her flowers with someone who is actually excited about them. Neither Oren nor Reave had ever shown much interest. "I've never seen one," Roselin shares. And then she elaborates, concentrating on the hazy image that she had been given by Lilliana. A field of them, blazing and brilliant beneath a setting sun. Dusk, her mother had explained. That was the name of the land and in their court, they had gardens full of them. More than that, the gardens had more than just flowers. Things that Roselin's mind couldn't understand. Her expression turns determined as they continue to travel. "I'd like to bring them to Taiga." Like Yanhua and Amarine, she thinks. Something that @[Memorie] - with her gift for flowers - might be able to help with. "They make Mama happy and I'd like to make her smile." ROSELIN html by castlegraphics RE: Be still, and listen to your heart [Roselin] - Memorie - 01-31-2021 one lives in hope of becoming a memory memorie RE: Be still, and listen to your heart [Roselin] - Roselin - 02-05-2021 There is one thing that the yearling and her niece (Cousin? An extended family member? Rosey isn't sure what to call the numerous relatives that live in Taiga. She just knows that they are all family and she has been taught that's all that matters.) Roselin is as dark as night while the younger girl is that lovely sienna she has so often admired in her mother and older brothers. But there is the gold shimmering in her mane, a trait she shares with both her parents and with her gold-marked siblings and their kin. The yearling smiles at the compliment that the chestnut filly gives. While she certainly resembles Yanhua, Rose shares with her the advice that she had given herself earlier: "I think you look like yourself." The smile quirks to one side, presenting a lopsided grin to her companion. It might be her sire's coloring she had and her mother's mane and tail that she shared, but the two combined to make Memorie unique. An ear flicks towards the other Taigan as Memorie tells her about Cheri, how she shared another familial trait instead of the Echoes. Healing, the filly had chimed as they walked along and Rose nodded her head. Her nose crinkles a little at the thought. "I'm not sure I'd do well with blood or sickness," she admits, and though she is partially teasing, Roselin had shrieked and run away when Oren had flung a dead fish at her when they had been little. Reave was always bringing home scrapes and bruises (why not flowers and leaves and other treasures?) and the smell of blood in their little grove was not uncommon. Roselin often took those moments to step away from her brothers. She peers at @[Memorie] again, wondering if there she had more traits than what she had shared. The filly hadn't prodded her memories the way that Reave sometimes did. There wasn't the careful caution she could feel pricking at the edge of her mind (that was likely her mother, Lilliana). Did she have more than just the Echoes? An answer presents itself a few moments later as Memorie shares an idea; as she becomes so ecstatic, even Rosey's feet start to quicken their pace. The younger girl slows and so does she as she considers what her relation is saying. She hasn't found sunflowers anywhere in Beqanna yet (and Yanhua had even attempted to help her in that search). Maybe the answer was there? The silver-black adolescent considers it, finding it hard not to smile at the way that the chestnut alongside her was lighting up. "Do you think we'd have to go to the Mountain?" she asks. It's not something Lilliana would like; her mother would most likely (and very firmly) tell her 'No' if Roselin even broached the subject. But she is already imagining the way her dam's smile might bloom if she could only see, if Rosey could only show her what they had brought back. "But maybe nobody would have to know," she starts to conspire with the other girl. "We could say we were going to...," and there she trails off, because where else would they go? ROSELIN html by castlegraphics |