08-07-2018, 06:48 PM
For the first time since arriving at Beqanna over a year ago, she almost seems relaxed. The muscles that normally were coiled so tightly were now soft beneath her slick black coat, and her eyes didn’t seem to dart around to seek out the source of every sound the way they usually did. Even though she couldn’t say that she trusted Leilan - her natural flight instinct that was so embedded into every part of her wouldn’t allow it - she didn’t exactly distrust him, either. She felt that she knew him well enough to not feel the need to look over her shoulder constantly when he was around, especially when she remembered the day that they had met and how he had willingly stepped in between her and a predator. Something told her that at his core, he was good. He wouldn’t knowingly bring harm to herself or their daughter, and that was more than she could say for the rest of the population.
”Nice to see you again too,” she says with a quiet laugh, the familiar heat rising to her cheeks when she thought about what happened last time. The result of that stood before them, small and delicate and perfect, and Briseis found that she didn’t regret her rash decision for a moment. She closes the space between herself and the roan stallion, her soft muzzle brushing the broad plain of his shoulder just lightly so, as she adds, ”I wasn’t planning on keeping her from you, by the way. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” Briseis was no fool. The wild black mare knew she was not the only girl to catch Leilan’s eye, nor would she be the last. Friendly as he may be, she hadn’t been too keen on seeking the stallion out to alert him on what she was sure was only one of countless children. But seeing the way he looked at Chryseis - in a way that said he was genuinely interested in her - was causing the guilt to settle in her chest.
The small roan girl was hard to not pay attention to, after all. Even at such a young age it was clear she would be beautiful when fully grown. Briseis was lovely in her own right, in an untamed, unpolished sort of way - much like the wilderness she came from. But Chryseis was refined and elegant, with her silver-black coat and raven locks, accompanied by the brilliant blaze down her porcelain-doll face. Her doe-like eyes were staring up at Leilan right now, eagerly awaiting the moment he would tell her mother she was wrong and that the river was completely suitable for her to plunge in. Of course that’s not what he says, but her hopes are only dashed for mere seconds when he suggests finding a shallower spot. She nods her head eagerly, rocking onto her back legs so that she can land a playful nip near his shoulder before bounding a few steps away and exclaiming excitedly, ”What about over there!?” She nods her head in the direction of a place just a ways off, where a small gravel bar sloped into the river, and even though it seemed much less exciting than the rapids, she supposes it will work and most likely will appease her parents.
Briseis catches Leilan’s silent suggestion, but Chryseis is already attempting to lead the way to her own destination. ”She says Hyaline is boring,” she informs Leilan as she falls into line behind the prancing roan girl. Briseis cannot say that she agrees with her daughters sentiment. Her life before Hyaline was one wracked with fear and anxiety, but she was grateful that so far, Chryseis’ childhood - and hopefully entire life - would not be the way hers was. For now, she was more than willing to take her daughter on whatever adventures the safety of Beqanna’s borders had to offer.
@[Leilan]
”Nice to see you again too,” she says with a quiet laugh, the familiar heat rising to her cheeks when she thought about what happened last time. The result of that stood before them, small and delicate and perfect, and Briseis found that she didn’t regret her rash decision for a moment. She closes the space between herself and the roan stallion, her soft muzzle brushing the broad plain of his shoulder just lightly so, as she adds, ”I wasn’t planning on keeping her from you, by the way. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” Briseis was no fool. The wild black mare knew she was not the only girl to catch Leilan’s eye, nor would she be the last. Friendly as he may be, she hadn’t been too keen on seeking the stallion out to alert him on what she was sure was only one of countless children. But seeing the way he looked at Chryseis - in a way that said he was genuinely interested in her - was causing the guilt to settle in her chest.
The small roan girl was hard to not pay attention to, after all. Even at such a young age it was clear she would be beautiful when fully grown. Briseis was lovely in her own right, in an untamed, unpolished sort of way - much like the wilderness she came from. But Chryseis was refined and elegant, with her silver-black coat and raven locks, accompanied by the brilliant blaze down her porcelain-doll face. Her doe-like eyes were staring up at Leilan right now, eagerly awaiting the moment he would tell her mother she was wrong and that the river was completely suitable for her to plunge in. Of course that’s not what he says, but her hopes are only dashed for mere seconds when he suggests finding a shallower spot. She nods her head eagerly, rocking onto her back legs so that she can land a playful nip near his shoulder before bounding a few steps away and exclaiming excitedly, ”What about over there!?” She nods her head in the direction of a place just a ways off, where a small gravel bar sloped into the river, and even though it seemed much less exciting than the rapids, she supposes it will work and most likely will appease her parents.
Briseis catches Leilan’s silent suggestion, but Chryseis is already attempting to lead the way to her own destination. ”She says Hyaline is boring,” she informs Leilan as she falls into line behind the prancing roan girl. Briseis cannot say that she agrees with her daughters sentiment. Her life before Hyaline was one wracked with fear and anxiety, but she was grateful that so far, Chryseis’ childhood - and hopefully entire life - would not be the way hers was. For now, she was more than willing to take her daughter on whatever adventures the safety of Beqanna’s borders had to offer.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Leilan]