01-11-2017, 01:56 AM
Life in Tephra is peaceful.
The grass grows thick and green, the rivers rush by on their path to the sea, the many creatures frolic on the land and in the sky, and in the centre of it all, the mountain glows cheerily, bathing them all in its warmth and benevolence.
And the equine inhabitants go about their quiet lives, eating the lush greenery, drinking from the cool rivers, and basking in the glow their tropical home provides. A veritable paradise.
It’s not a life she’d ever seen for herself, if she reflects upon her past. Once upon a time she’d never expected to find such a place. That is, a place where she’d be accepted, welcomed into the fold. She’d thought her days doomed to living on the fringes. An outcast.
But instead she’s here, with a beautiful home, a wonderful lover, seven beautiful and kind children (well, six beautiful and five kind …), and a eighth child on the way. A simple life, perhaps, but it’s all she’s ever wanted. And not a day goes by that she does not marvel on the happy coincidence allowed her and Weir to stumble into each other in the field so many years ago.
There is only one cloud that darkens the joy that radiates her life. Their fifth child. Taiga.
Taiga has always been a willful child, quick to temper and quick to bite (with both her mouth and her tongue), but lately it has begun to change to something more. Something darker. With Lumi’s recent acquisition of power and her move to the sandy beaches of Nerine, Taiga’s attitude has grown more and more moody, more and more jealous. Both Weir and Eira are simply at a loss for what to do. All their other children have been sweet of temperament, even the children not of their blood. She has no idea what to do with a girl that lashes out at the slightest perceived provocation.
So for the moment she wanders, admittedly avoiding the girl while wracking her brains for what to do. But there is nothing she can think of.
Finally in the afternoon she approaches Tephra’s southern border, stepping in the shallows of the river to cool her swollen ankles with a sigh. She is looking forward to this little one, yet another addition to their ever growing family (and at the very least it will be nice to have something to take her mind off Taiga, though she would never admit to herself that is part of the reason for her enthusiasm).
Her brown eyes track the path of a coot (Fulica americana, thanks Weir) as it lifts away from the shallows and soars low over the water. Despite the late season it’s still quite warm, thanks to the volcano and it’s steam, and as her eyes follow the bird on it’s flight, she finds herself missing the winter season (well, at least partly - she’s glad to have left the Tundra). Her eyes move past the bird and up into the sky above, and in a moment, little snowflakes begin falling down, dusting her bay coat. She smiles, her most troublesome daughter momentarily forgotten.
The grass grows thick and green, the rivers rush by on their path to the sea, the many creatures frolic on the land and in the sky, and in the centre of it all, the mountain glows cheerily, bathing them all in its warmth and benevolence.
And the equine inhabitants go about their quiet lives, eating the lush greenery, drinking from the cool rivers, and basking in the glow their tropical home provides. A veritable paradise.
It’s not a life she’d ever seen for herself, if she reflects upon her past. Once upon a time she’d never expected to find such a place. That is, a place where she’d be accepted, welcomed into the fold. She’d thought her days doomed to living on the fringes. An outcast.
But instead she’s here, with a beautiful home, a wonderful lover, seven beautiful and kind children (well, six beautiful and five kind …), and a eighth child on the way. A simple life, perhaps, but it’s all she’s ever wanted. And not a day goes by that she does not marvel on the happy coincidence allowed her and Weir to stumble into each other in the field so many years ago.
There is only one cloud that darkens the joy that radiates her life. Their fifth child. Taiga.
Taiga has always been a willful child, quick to temper and quick to bite (with both her mouth and her tongue), but lately it has begun to change to something more. Something darker. With Lumi’s recent acquisition of power and her move to the sandy beaches of Nerine, Taiga’s attitude has grown more and more moody, more and more jealous. Both Weir and Eira are simply at a loss for what to do. All their other children have been sweet of temperament, even the children not of their blood. She has no idea what to do with a girl that lashes out at the slightest perceived provocation.
So for the moment she wanders, admittedly avoiding the girl while wracking her brains for what to do. But there is nothing she can think of.
Finally in the afternoon she approaches Tephra’s southern border, stepping in the shallows of the river to cool her swollen ankles with a sigh. She is looking forward to this little one, yet another addition to their ever growing family (and at the very least it will be nice to have something to take her mind off Taiga, though she would never admit to herself that is part of the reason for her enthusiasm).
Her brown eyes track the path of a coot (Fulica americana, thanks Weir) as it lifts away from the shallows and soars low over the water. Despite the late season it’s still quite warm, thanks to the volcano and it’s steam, and as her eyes follow the bird on it’s flight, she finds herself missing the winter season (well, at least partly - she’s glad to have left the Tundra). Her eyes move past the bird and up into the sky above, and in a moment, little snowflakes begin falling down, dusting her bay coat. She smiles, her most troublesome daughter momentarily forgotten.
EIRA
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