Sometimes Zilpah wishes she could lay down in the soft grass and take a nap - but that’s mostly because the Desert has very little grass, and what it does have isn’t very soft. The sand isn’t too bad, it just gets everywhere - though after awhile, you just get used to it. Zilpah would know. She’s lived in the Desert her whole life (except for those summers in the Tundra, but they hardly count).
What Zilpah really wants to do is impress the new Queens. When her Ima was on the throne, she worked hard, but sometimes she wondered if her ascension in the ranks was partially because she was a Princess. Now she didn’t have to wonder. Not that she ever doubted her Ima for a moment! It was just… well… Yael was awfully nice. And she liked to reward effort AND results. Anyway, enough of that. There are recruits to be had!
The bay mare coasts into the surprisingly active field on her red-tailed hawk wings, the cream and umber underside a lovely contrast to her auburn coat. She is smiling, as per usual, but that smile fades away when she spots a mare who appears to be shaking in her sleep. Uh-oh. Zilpah remembers the last time she saw someone shaking, it the girl was absolutely terrified of something! (She doesn’t realize it was her the filly was scared of…) Was there danger around? Zilpah isn’t very big and she hasn’t an ounce of warrior spirit in her, but she would try her darnedest to help someone if they were in trouble. She scampers (yes, the full-grown, very adult mare scampers) over to the buckskin mare as she rises and heads towards the water, falling in step as if they were old friends.
“Are you ok? You don’t seem ok. I saw you shaking a bit earlier and was just wondering if you needed any help?”
Leave it to Zilpah to potentially overwhelm the newcomer with kindness. It simply never occurs to her to give anyone a bit of distance.
Zilpah
a song of sand and snow