12-11-2016, 09:37 AM
we’re on each other’s team…
She is not alone.
Maribel has finally returned home, after many months wandering about in mourning. Reagan had hoped dearly that her friend would return. Missing the company of another female—a friend—in the quiet of the trees was quite a painful thing, even when one is surrounded by their family. It is sometimes necessary to remind oneself that their self worth should never be defined by what another thinks of you, but rather by the peace you hold in your own heart. What had happened to Romek, Reagan had never been sure. But the sour taste that was left in the she-wolf’s mouth was that he had not taken his family with him.
And so the angel goddess, once a queen, was deposed, and the gray mare tinged in brown and green had taken her place. Never a Queen for Reagan though. For hers was a family, and nothing more. For while Romek and Maribel had ruled as Kings among the wood, Reagan and her kin were merely its caretakers. The trees provided shelter, food, and protection. In turn, the magician defended it; it was her home.
And she hoped that Maribel would make Taiga her home once again as well.
So as Mari calls out to Reggie, it seems that she does not recognize her friend—though they have walked this exact path many times before—and Reagan smiles, trying not to be too excited to see the white and gold lady approaching her. “Hello Maribel. It has been a long time. I hope to the deepest of my soul that I can tell you ‘welcome home’.”
Maribel has finally returned home, after many months wandering about in mourning. Reagan had hoped dearly that her friend would return. Missing the company of another female—a friend—in the quiet of the trees was quite a painful thing, even when one is surrounded by their family. It is sometimes necessary to remind oneself that their self worth should never be defined by what another thinks of you, but rather by the peace you hold in your own heart. What had happened to Romek, Reagan had never been sure. But the sour taste that was left in the she-wolf’s mouth was that he had not taken his family with him.
And so the angel goddess, once a queen, was deposed, and the gray mare tinged in brown and green had taken her place. Never a Queen for Reagan though. For hers was a family, and nothing more. For while Romek and Maribel had ruled as Kings among the wood, Reagan and her kin were merely its caretakers. The trees provided shelter, food, and protection. In turn, the magician defended it; it was her home.
And she hoped that Maribel would make Taiga her home once again as well.
So as Mari calls out to Reggie, it seems that she does not recognize her friend—though they have walked this exact path many times before—and Reagan smiles, trying not to be too excited to see the white and gold lady approaching her. “Hello Maribel. It has been a long time. I hope to the deepest of my soul that I can tell you ‘welcome home’.”