Lamb tell me a story..
The air was charged with emotion at the meeting that all of the residence of Leoss had been called to. The appaloosa mare took a moment to note who had shown up, and who had chosen to slink away into hiding. She did not see her friend Ickor at the meeting and a mild note of disappointment rose and then fell. A winged mare stood above the throng of horses and looked down. Kindred could not help the feeling of being slightly judged that peaked in her. She had grown accustomed to meeting others eye to eye and not having to look up to them. She shrugged off these concerns letting them fall and die in the meadow of her mind.
The winged mare started to speak and somewhere in the crowd the name Heda was uttered. Kindred listened as Heda spoke to them of Ivar’s absence and apparent leaving of the kingdom. So, was this the reason that the air felt so heavy with emotion and tension? Was Heda jealous of Ivar’s new wife? Or, was she more worried for the kingdom he had left behind? The mother lifted her wing then as she spoke about a new queen to reveal the filly at her side. Kindred shifted her weight and rolled her hip a bit as she thought, ‘ Ah so that's how the line of succession works. And, that child is blessed to have caring regents to guide her.’
She found herself allowing her eyes to travel to the child at Heda’s side and then to the stallion that had joined the two on the knoll. The stallion must have been the Castile that Heda had mentioned. The appaloosa mare swung her tail slowly from one side to the other as there seemed to be introductions happening up on that lofty over look. The wall eyed mare looked again to those gathered at the low open field. She wondered if she should be saying something or offering something to these ‘Regents’ but, instead she stayed silent and was at a loss of what to do with herself now.
Kindred
