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?"
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
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