11-30-2016, 12:06 AM
It is during the hour of the wolf that she rises from her slumber. Not even the sign of dawn has reached the horizon. Lucrezia has found herself less occupied these days in land that holds the small volcano and hot spring. Tephra has held her presence far too long. If anything it felt like today was a good day to explore beyond the borders of Tephra and see what this new world offered. She has yet to see what lies beyond the normal lands that the Reckoning did not sweep away. It was an opportunity she was willing to take and an adventure is something she needed desperately right now.
She lets the wind and unfamiliar scents set her direction for the journey. The idea of an adventure is thrilling for her. It brings back fond memories of her childhood. Memories she once longed to keep at a distance in her mind. Yet, this time, she could not help but latch onto old habits and memories that had once filled her with happiness.
Her hooves carry her over hills. She passes through dense woodlands and lands filled with tall grasses. At times she ca smell the ocean not far from her. The wind guides her in these early hours of the morning. She does not need the sun’s light to escort her through the world. It was her own heart, the very natural instinct that she trusted to guide her today.
Eventually, she arrives in the den.
The shadows of the early dawn are still dull, but the light is slowly climbing the horizon. There is a deep silence in the den but she can hear the humming and singing of the morning birds just awakening. In time the whole land would arouse and bloom with life. It was this way always during the spring time—a reminder that there was always still a new day to come as winter faded away.
Lucrezia steps softly across the land. She does not find herself lingering here for a moment longer. However, the little squeal of a sound draws her attention quickly. Her nutmeg eyes dart towards the direction it came from. Her pace quickens as she moves towards the sound. She does exactly think as to why she draws to the sound, but perhaps it was her motherly instinct that makes her react this way. It has been only a couple of years since she had her first child, Rome. Rome is now fully grown and on his own now. And she has never entertained the thought again to rise anymore (not exactly considering her newfound life in Beqanna).
She eventually finds the foals not far away from her. She could’ve passed over the young ones, mistaken them to be a part of the scenery as their colors almost identically to the old autumn leaves. It had been their black colored features that made her notice them. Lucrezia moves towards the two slowly, a smile rises quickly on her lips as she watches them interact with one another. It reminds her of when she had been their age once. It was an age sometimes she wished so desperately to be again. To be young and naïve of the world was enticing for her.
“Hello there,” she says softly with a warm tone. Lucrezia doesn’t question why she goes to them, why she absentmindedly comes to care for what happens to the two foals. “I am Lucrezia. You can just call me Lu if you want to too.” She lowers her head, tilting it to the side a little as she gazes at both of them. “What are your names?”
She lets the wind and unfamiliar scents set her direction for the journey. The idea of an adventure is thrilling for her. It brings back fond memories of her childhood. Memories she once longed to keep at a distance in her mind. Yet, this time, she could not help but latch onto old habits and memories that had once filled her with happiness.
Her hooves carry her over hills. She passes through dense woodlands and lands filled with tall grasses. At times she ca smell the ocean not far from her. The wind guides her in these early hours of the morning. She does not need the sun’s light to escort her through the world. It was her own heart, the very natural instinct that she trusted to guide her today.
Eventually, she arrives in the den.
The shadows of the early dawn are still dull, but the light is slowly climbing the horizon. There is a deep silence in the den but she can hear the humming and singing of the morning birds just awakening. In time the whole land would arouse and bloom with life. It was this way always during the spring time—a reminder that there was always still a new day to come as winter faded away.
Lucrezia steps softly across the land. She does not find herself lingering here for a moment longer. However, the little squeal of a sound draws her attention quickly. Her nutmeg eyes dart towards the direction it came from. Her pace quickens as she moves towards the sound. She does exactly think as to why she draws to the sound, but perhaps it was her motherly instinct that makes her react this way. It has been only a couple of years since she had her first child, Rome. Rome is now fully grown and on his own now. And she has never entertained the thought again to rise anymore (not exactly considering her newfound life in Beqanna).
She eventually finds the foals not far away from her. She could’ve passed over the young ones, mistaken them to be a part of the scenery as their colors almost identically to the old autumn leaves. It had been their black colored features that made her notice them. Lucrezia moves towards the two slowly, a smile rises quickly on her lips as she watches them interact with one another. It reminds her of when she had been their age once. It was an age sometimes she wished so desperately to be again. To be young and naïve of the world was enticing for her.
“Hello there,” she says softly with a warm tone. Lucrezia doesn’t question why she goes to them, why she absentmindedly comes to care for what happens to the two foals. “I am Lucrezia. You can just call me Lu if you want to too.” She lowers her head, tilting it to the side a little as she gazes at both of them. “What are your names?”
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