Solace
. . .
They crossed the common lands on foot, and Solace finds she is trotting a little tenderly by the end of their journey. So often she relied on her wings to travel quickly as safely across the continent, and the miles of hacking had taken their toll though she hid it well. But the journey across the land had been informative, even if it wasn't as practical.
As they passed through Taiga, Solace had noticed how lived in the formerly quiet country had been. She had never actually seen any of the newcomers, but the signs of their existence were easy enough to read. A family of large equines didn't stay anywhere for long without leaving their mark on their environment.
But the girl had proven to be good company and the day passed quickly between their friendly conversation and Solaces time occupied with her thoughts. She tries to answer any questions the lavender mare may have, along with giving her an overview of some of the other residents she may encounter, and soon they are crossing the sanctuary's scentlines.
"Almost there," Solace says as the climb the foothills which divide Hyaline from the Riverlands. "I promise the treck is worth it."
The temperature drops as they cross the main pass through the mountains and the scent of the freshwater and wisteria blossoms become more apparent. Finally, as the pair reach a plateau, the lake basin opens up before them.
With a sigh, Solace smiles. Below them, the turquoise waters sparkle playfully in the late afternoon light, and she can see several others socializing on the grassy shores.
"Well, we're here." The caretaker remarks, "This is home."
@[Lullaby] @[Tähti]