11-22-2016, 09:42 AM
So many new faces had heeded her call. So many willed a home of peace and solitude amongst the tall trees of the forest land. Marlyn can feel her heart almost burst with the pride she felt and the love for all of the trust that they had put into her. A dark stallion soon breaks through the flood of color as he nears with confidence and a direct eye. Marlyn meets this with her own, a warm smile tracing her lips.
"Kade, welcome to Beqanna. Remind me to speak with Arrya and give her my gratitude for inviting you to Sylva." The mare may be young but she is well versed."Sylva is as much of my home as it is yours. You are welcome to stay as long as you like. Here we are not thrown into caste systems. Sylva is a land of peace and solitude. If you should chose to be a diplomat or warrior, it is your choice to do so." The words are only a short explanation but they sum up the core idea of the land. Marlyn wants something more than a kingdom, something basic as castes. Free horses should be able to live and thrive without fear or the need to laborious tasks. If horses should choose to 'recruit' like Arrya then so be it but it was not a requirement.
The mare turns to look to the gathering of horses as she speaks to all. 'Thank you, Sylvians for your trust in me. Let us make this place as we feel. Let us be a beacon of hope for the despaired, let us serve as light to the lost and weary." Marlyn falls quiet as she looks over the crowd with pride to call Sylva and it's residents her home.
"Kade, welcome to Beqanna. Remind me to speak with Arrya and give her my gratitude for inviting you to Sylva." The mare may be young but she is well versed."Sylva is as much of my home as it is yours. You are welcome to stay as long as you like. Here we are not thrown into caste systems. Sylva is a land of peace and solitude. If you should chose to be a diplomat or warrior, it is your choice to do so." The words are only a short explanation but they sum up the core idea of the land. Marlyn wants something more than a kingdom, something basic as castes. Free horses should be able to live and thrive without fear or the need to laborious tasks. If horses should choose to 'recruit' like Arrya then so be it but it was not a requirement.
The mare turns to look to the gathering of horses as she speaks to all. 'Thank you, Sylvians for your trust in me. Let us make this place as we feel. Let us be a beacon of hope for the despaired, let us serve as light to the lost and weary." Marlyn falls quiet as she looks over the crowd with pride to call Sylva and it's residents her home.
MARLYN