for Lauchlan;

[riva]

Where is her ward?
She had been charged with the task of caring for him since she slaughtered their poor excuse of a mother and the first chance that something momentous happens, she loses him!

Riva had been in the midst of showing someone around the Jungle, trusting that the colt was doing whatever it is that colts do at that age, when the Jungle imploded upon itself as did the rest of the lands. All that remained was some shiny new Mountain that everyone flocked to and Riva saw no reason to go near the damn thing. Why? If it was the source of that is terrible and holy about them, why on earth would she go near it? The only reason she could think to sniff around the base of the Mountain, was in hopes of picking up his scent and determining that he had indeed, come out of the recent events relatively unscathed.

She flings her head up sharply; she’s got something!
“Aha! Lauchlan, boy, stop hiding!” she calls to him once she picks up his scent; it isn’t days’ old and is fairly recent so she must be on the right track to finding him but she figures he’s the type to hide until she tells him it is safe to come out. “Come out, come out wherever you are…” she says in a gentle singsong which is quite a bit for Riva - she’s hardly gentle to begin with, but something about the colt and his nubs constricts her heart just a little, or at least, what of her heart isn’t already consumed by all the years of bitter hate she had for their mother. Apparently some of that was laid to rest the moment she laid the old mare to rest.

The bay tovero stops, looks a little impatient (or a lot, it makes no difference) and waits for him to reveal himself to her.

ooc: oy, this was crap. sorry love! <3

[Lauchlan]

God, everything is just happening so fast!

He’d been on the outskirts of the Jungle, returning another ‘successful’ trip to the playground (aka he’d managed to avoid everyone present), when the world had suddenly, well … imploded.

The very land beneath his feet had begun to shift and shake, and within moments the Jungle before him had disappeared before his very eyes. Then the exodus had begun. Horses had begun streaming away from the remains of the kingdom, all of them heading towards a massive mountain that had suddenly appeared from thin air. He hadn’t been able to find Riva among them, and so for lack of a better plan he had followed the crowd, ending up, as so many had, on the Mountain just as the fairy had decided to make its presence known.

He hadn’t really understood much of what the fairy had said and had quickly left the mountain upon realizing that Riva wasn’t there, but what he had discovered after leaving the mountain, had truly excited him. His problem, his horrible, embarrassing problem, was gone. And not only that, his wings had started growing back in!

They’d started as just feathers poking out of his stumps, but now, a few days later, he has the makings of proper little wings. He can’t wait until they’ve grown big enough for him to actually fly!! He just wishes he could show Riva …

And, miracle of miracles, he’s afforded the opportunity when he spots the tobiano mare as he rounds an old pine. His luck just keeps getting better and better.

“RIVA, RIVA, RIVA!” He bounces up to his guardian, completely oblivious to the fact that this sudden personality change will come as quite the surprise to the poor mare. “MY WINGS ARE GROWING BACK!” He wheels in a quick circle, flapping his little black wings just to make sure she can get a good look at them. Then his voice drops to a whisper. “And … and … my problem is gone!”

the itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout