08-04-2018, 12:03 PM
She smells of salt water and a midnight summer storm. Her knees are scraped - white fore legs stains with unwashed iron - from waking up somewhere on Nerine’s northern shore, nestled between the hard angles of black rocks. It was frightening when it happened that way, when she didn’t mean to wake up someplace that wasn’t home.
It wasn’t always her intention to leave the perfect harmony of their mountain den when the rest of them slept soundly. Half the time she really didn’t mean to do it. But her young heart could could not resist the temptation of independence, and the magic of someplace new captured her imagination even in sleep.
Someday maybe she would learn to control her dreaming, but for now she didn’t see why it bothered Mothers so much.
By the time Warlight wakes outside her family’s den it is already mid-day, and any traces of her mothers and brothers are hours old. With bleary eyes and a dry mouth, the bay splashed filly picks her way down the mountainside towards the lake - still piecing together the strange strands of her night in Nerine.
Maybe that’s how she nearly collideds with a grizzly bear.
With a sharp snort her little head shoots up in surprise, and her ears flatten beside the budding antlers at the base of her skull. Warlight’s inky blue gaze runs over the bear with thinly masked surprise before finding the colt who accompanies the she-bear.
It wasn’t always her intention to leave the perfect harmony of their mountain den when the rest of them slept soundly. Half the time she really didn’t mean to do it. But her young heart could could not resist the temptation of independence, and the magic of someplace new captured her imagination even in sleep.
Someday maybe she would learn to control her dreaming, but for now she didn’t see why it bothered Mothers so much.
By the time Warlight wakes outside her family’s den it is already mid-day, and any traces of her mothers and brothers are hours old. With bleary eyes and a dry mouth, the bay splashed filly picks her way down the mountainside towards the lake - still piecing together the strange strands of her night in Nerine.
Maybe that’s how she nearly collideds with a grizzly bear.
With a sharp snort her little head shoots up in surprise, and her ears flatten beside the budding antlers at the base of her skull. Warlight’s inky blue gaze runs over the bear with thinly masked surprise before finding the colt who accompanies the she-bear.