08-04-2015, 01:50 PM
perhaps we've forgotten that we are still pioneers
and we've barely begun
The white-speckled buckskin walks amongst the thick wooded depths of the Valley, bringing back vague familiarities in layout to the forefront of her mind. She makes her way, her leggy yearling daughter by her side. Whilst Quorra remains thick-set, Anjou has a far more dainty look around her, her pretty blue roan body blending far more subtly into the dark shadows beneath the canopy.
Quorra stops the pair beside some large boulders, half-set into the steep slope behind her. If this is to be her home again, she'll need some friends she decides. And Anjou - she will need some allies. It's a harsh world - it's a harsher one without someone to have your back.
The mare lifts her head, sniffing for the presence of another equine lingering in the breeze. Many have passed this way, a few recently. Hopefully someone will come back to investigate their presence, provide them with an introduction. Unlike her mother however, Anjou settles to graze, bemused, at the foot of the boulder, taking solace in the shelter of the mighty rock.
Quorra stops the pair beside some large boulders, half-set into the steep slope behind her. If this is to be her home again, she'll need some friends she decides. And Anjou - she will need some allies. It's a harsh world - it's a harsher one without someone to have your back.
The mare lifts her head, sniffing for the presence of another equine lingering in the breeze. Many have passed this way, a few recently. Hopefully someone will come back to investigate their presence, provide them with an introduction. Unlike her mother however, Anjou settles to graze, bemused, at the foot of the boulder, taking solace in the shelter of the mighty rock.
Quorra
because our destiny lies above us