Her legs had carried her far across the land of Beqanna. She'd searched far and wide to no avail. Entering into Sylva she had a good idea of what to expect. She'd heard tell of a ruthless group of horses unafraid to take the risks necessary to achieve their goals. She admired them and had slowly felt herself drift closer towards the autumnal land.
Draped in wintery frost, she stepped purposefully deeper into Sylva. Eagerly she glanced about herself, drinking in the sights and sounds. Despite the chill, there was a strange warmth that blew upon the breeze. For a moment her mind drifted back to Ischia and her family. With her father sat upon the throne it wasnt hard to imagine how life there might have changed. No doubt Galilee had been raised up as the queen and it would be her children who would be revered as the king's freeborn. All others were bastards - she among them. The idea left a bitter taste in her mouth and had been the main reason why she knew she had to leave. Even as a filly she'd never quite felt like she'd belonged there. Although she knew he'd meant well, it was difficult to forget the hole that's been left.
There was a new purpose for her, one that drove her closer towards the red nosed king. Modicum Morty's reputation had been whispered across the land. His ruthless leadership was one that she'd grown to admire. If her loyalties belonged anywhere, she was determined to swear them to him. And, who knows, perhaps as a daughter of Brennen's she would be all the more valuable to him.
Draped in wintery frost, she stepped purposefully deeper into Sylva. Eagerly she glanced about herself, drinking in the sights and sounds. Despite the chill, there was a strange warmth that blew upon the breeze. For a moment her mind drifted back to Ischia and her family. With her father sat upon the throne it wasnt hard to imagine how life there might have changed. No doubt Galilee had been raised up as the queen and it would be her children who would be revered as the king's freeborn. All others were bastards - she among them. The idea left a bitter taste in her mouth and had been the main reason why she knew she had to leave. Even as a filly she'd never quite felt like she'd belonged there. Although she knew he'd meant well, it was difficult to forget the hole that's been left.
There was a new purpose for her, one that drove her closer towards the red nosed king. Modicum Morty's reputation had been whispered across the land. His ruthless leadership was one that she'd grown to admire. If her loyalties belonged anywhere, she was determined to swear them to him. And, who knows, perhaps as a daughter of Brennen's she would be all the more valuable to him.