[open] new beginnings - any

[keeper]

Keeper did not leave Hyaline all winter.

Not even to hunt since the bear had managed to ingest a fair amount of salmon before it hibernated in the cave it preferred or deep beneath Keeper’s skin. She changed less and less during the colder months though often managed to call up the bear long enough to patrol the borders since there had been a lot of turmoil and turnover in some of the other kingdoms. Or so said the wind as it cam whistling by her and the wisteria trees that ringed the big blue lake.

Spring has taken back the earth now.

Turned it all rich and green with the growing things. Ferns tangled around her legs as she blazed new trails through parts untraveled within Hyaline’s fragrant and beautiful borders. Even the bear took stock of how the seasons left their mark on the land, and Spring made the lake bountiful with fish that she loved to scoop up with her paws and devour on the lakeshore. This left the bear satisfied and thus, the foals in the land and elsewhere were safe - that and Keeper kept a tight grip on the bear’s appetite, refusing to let her chase after the knobby-kneed little ones and sending her after the old and infirm among the herds of deer and elk.

Today though, is a day for exploration.

Keeper leaves Hyaline in her bear shape. Her pace is lumbering but she is in no rush. There are no responsibilities that she is lacking in doing, or at least nothing that couldn’t keep to allow her to slip away for a bit. Not surprising, but she ends up in the Field. Keeper always ends up in the Field. She seemed to have a knack for coming here and sometimes, she came away with a friend in tow. Not always, for she counted as many failures as she did successes but these things never fazed her. Keeper always came back.

However, she realized that lumbering into the Field as a bear was perhaps not the best idea. So the closer she came to the open land, the more she began to change until Keeper looked like her original self - a little pony-sized dunskin mare with knotted mane and tangled tail. Except that as of late, she forgot to change all parts of her back to horse: she walked on paws instead of hooves still. Oh well, too late for that little minor detail as a pretty cream mare caught her attention. It was the horns to be honest; they bore a keen resemblance to those that her father sported though she could discern that they were not the same type of horns in fact.

There was too, the difference in tails - Keeper had never seen a tail like that. Or markings like those but that did not make the mare any less pretty in Keeper’s shiny black eyes. Instead, she crept close on her bear paws and offered a gentle smile as her muzzle presented itself for an age-old sniff of greeting. “Hello there!” she chirped with a cheer that was not altogether uncommon for Keeper to possess.

ooc: welcome back kiara! and you brought such pretties back with you too! <3