that's all there is
Sometime in the aftermath of the war, her two oldest friends had left Loess. In the immediate confusion of how it could possibly have come to be that a senseless war had pitted half of her extended family – Bane, Lepis, and Castile – against Leliana, with whom she’d only just reconnected, she hadn’t even know where they went or had the time to find them. Now more than ever, still feeling battered and reeling from her fight, she wishes they were just a short flight away over the border. She’d stopped on the way home and her visit with Castile had been reassuring, but it wasn’t quite the same. Wolfbane had been her first King, the first friend she made after her father’s death left her alone.
At the first hint of his familiar scent, the little red mare is sure it’s a wishful figment of her imagination. But she lifts her head from the sun-warmed autumn grass and stands anyway, curious, turning hazel eyes towards their shared borders with Sylva and Loess, the only borders they share with the rest of the mainland. It’s too far to see clearly but there is definitely a shape there…the little mare starts in that direction with a definite spring in her step, hoping her senses aren’t wrong. The joy emanates from her in the most natural way, and the wildflowers are even denser in her wake.
When the indistinct shapes resolve and she is sure it is Bane, Noah nickers. It will carry across the distance in a way that her soft voice simply doesn’t. Her gliding strides close the distance quickly, though she doesn’t hear the words that pass between the golden stallion and his unfamiliar companion. “My friend,” she says when she does halt before them, green eyes bright. “I missed you,” She lets herself say it to just him, before turning to look at his companion also, her small smile shyer and her voice even softer. “Hello, I’m Noah.”
noah
@[Wolfbane] @[lilliana]