06-25-2018, 02:10 PM
Fall has come and her mother is... distracted.
At six months of age, Sibyl is apparently old enough to not be minded every moment, and she takes advantage of her newfound independence.
She confidently travels a well-worn path across Tephra's grasslands - it was a journey she had enviously watched many others make. The trail leads to an often used, quiet place to cross the channel which divides Tephra from the outside world, and once she reaches it she is gone.
Her older sister had just helped her become a better swimmer and it isn't long before she is pulling herself onto the opposite bank. She leaves the beach behind her, (she didn't want to be spotted) taking off at a gallop for unexplored ground.
The color of midnight and moonlight, the Overseer's daughter stands out against autumns fading grasses. But thoughts of stealth never cross her mind and she lets out a good natured squeal and a buck. She had never faced danger from another of her species in her father's kingdom, and although her mother had tried to warn her, in a round-about way, that there were those in the world with bad intentions, Sibyl isn't about to curb her enthusiasm for the sake of avoiding gremlins which may or may not be hiding among the grasses.
At six months of age, Sibyl is apparently old enough to not be minded every moment, and she takes advantage of her newfound independence.
She confidently travels a well-worn path across Tephra's grasslands - it was a journey she had enviously watched many others make. The trail leads to an often used, quiet place to cross the channel which divides Tephra from the outside world, and once she reaches it she is gone.
Her older sister had just helped her become a better swimmer and it isn't long before she is pulling herself onto the opposite bank. She leaves the beach behind her, (she didn't want to be spotted) taking off at a gallop for unexplored ground.
The color of midnight and moonlight, the Overseer's daughter stands out against autumns fading grasses. But thoughts of stealth never cross her mind and she lets out a good natured squeal and a buck. She had never faced danger from another of her species in her father's kingdom, and although her mother had tried to warn her, in a round-about way, that there were those in the world with bad intentions, Sibyl isn't about to curb her enthusiasm for the sake of avoiding gremlins which may or may not be hiding among the grasses.