04-05-2017, 01:08 AM
Much like the colt that Eiria didn't yet know was at the pond inside Sylva's territory, she quite enjoyed visiting it herself. On the occasions where she asked her dam to go off alone, have some time to herself to think about things she kept inside, Eiria would usually go to the pond. There was something about staring at her reflection that eased the mare, helped her come to terms with any problems she was having or coming to a decision for a growing problem.
Like one she felt right now. She was happy with her life here, but at the same time, she felt empty. She desired to have the companionship her dam once had with Archam before he disappeared. Raxa seemed fine on her own, and Zhenga might be experiencing crushes with any stallions she saw, but Eiria was a full-grown mare. She at least desired the friendship of a stallion, the desire to make a new friend, since most of the horses she knew, she'd known since coming her to Sylva in the first place after the Reckoning.
She wasn't desperate for a friendship or a stallion's company, it just would've been nice. Eiria was independent enough that she could care for herself, but she was nowhere near the level of Raxa, who pretty much defined such emotions. Eiria suspected it did have something to do with the secret Jedi had been keeping from both the brindled mare and Sunfall, who had recently returned to the ranks of Sylva as a warrior. Now that really had to be awkward.
Come to think of it, Eiria did wonder what happened to Jedi. She didn't see him much anymore, and Zhenga never really had anything to say about him. Probably because she was still so young when Beqanna went crazy. She was born within the first few days of the Reckoning, and shortly after, the secret got out between the mares, their foals, and the paint stallion. She hoped he was doing all right; he was a good friend.
Eiria thought that, sometimes, Raxa's pain came out, but the brindle was always careful about hiding it. Maybe one day she'd ask her dam to ask Raxa if she truly was okay. She had loved Jedi after all, if the brindle dared to use that word. It had to be hard, knowing a stallion you cared for either disappeared, like Archam, or kept a life partner a secret, like Jedi. Sure, Archam had other mares in his herd, and foals with them, but at least Anahi knew about it.
Once Eiria got to the pond, she decided to stop self-absorbing in her thoughts. She lowered her head and took a drink, the fresh water soothing to her throat. Without warning, Eiria spotted something from the corner of her eye, heading in the direction of her front legs. She turned to look, seeing it was a gaggle of ducks, a dam and her young ones. Lifting a hoof so they wouldn't run into it by accident, watching as they ran around the other, Eiria wondered what could've startled them. They hadn't seemed scared, but sure in a hurry.
The golden mare turned her head in the direction they'd come from, her curiosity slowly beginning to rise. She made her way in that direction, her nostrils starting to pick up on the scent of another horse nearby. No, wait, not horse... that smell, well, to put it simply, young foals simply had a different smell if they hadn't been around their dams in a while. Eiria took notice of that when Raxa left Zhenga in Anahi's care for a few days while she went to the sparring grounds.
Eiria examined the woods, wanting to see if she could spot what she figured was a foal. Sure enough, after a while of searching, her brown eyes picked out the foal's form. It was paint in color, a dark shade that Eiria figured was black or brown; the light shadows from the nearby trees stretched out enough that she couldn't pinpoint it exactly.
She called out to the foal, "Young one, what are you doing out here by yourself? Are you lost? Where is your mother?"
Like one she felt right now. She was happy with her life here, but at the same time, she felt empty. She desired to have the companionship her dam once had with Archam before he disappeared. Raxa seemed fine on her own, and Zhenga might be experiencing crushes with any stallions she saw, but Eiria was a full-grown mare. She at least desired the friendship of a stallion, the desire to make a new friend, since most of the horses she knew, she'd known since coming her to Sylva in the first place after the Reckoning.
She wasn't desperate for a friendship or a stallion's company, it just would've been nice. Eiria was independent enough that she could care for herself, but she was nowhere near the level of Raxa, who pretty much defined such emotions. Eiria suspected it did have something to do with the secret Jedi had been keeping from both the brindled mare and Sunfall, who had recently returned to the ranks of Sylva as a warrior. Now that really had to be awkward.
Come to think of it, Eiria did wonder what happened to Jedi. She didn't see him much anymore, and Zhenga never really had anything to say about him. Probably because she was still so young when Beqanna went crazy. She was born within the first few days of the Reckoning, and shortly after, the secret got out between the mares, their foals, and the paint stallion. She hoped he was doing all right; he was a good friend.
Eiria thought that, sometimes, Raxa's pain came out, but the brindle was always careful about hiding it. Maybe one day she'd ask her dam to ask Raxa if she truly was okay. She had loved Jedi after all, if the brindle dared to use that word. It had to be hard, knowing a stallion you cared for either disappeared, like Archam, or kept a life partner a secret, like Jedi. Sure, Archam had other mares in his herd, and foals with them, but at least Anahi knew about it.
Once Eiria got to the pond, she decided to stop self-absorbing in her thoughts. She lowered her head and took a drink, the fresh water soothing to her throat. Without warning, Eiria spotted something from the corner of her eye, heading in the direction of her front legs. She turned to look, seeing it was a gaggle of ducks, a dam and her young ones. Lifting a hoof so they wouldn't run into it by accident, watching as they ran around the other, Eiria wondered what could've startled them. They hadn't seemed scared, but sure in a hurry.
The golden mare turned her head in the direction they'd come from, her curiosity slowly beginning to rise. She made her way in that direction, her nostrils starting to pick up on the scent of another horse nearby. No, wait, not horse... that smell, well, to put it simply, young foals simply had a different smell if they hadn't been around their dams in a while. Eiria took notice of that when Raxa left Zhenga in Anahi's care for a few days while she went to the sparring grounds.
Eiria examined the woods, wanting to see if she could spot what she figured was a foal. Sure enough, after a while of searching, her brown eyes picked out the foal's form. It was paint in color, a dark shade that Eiria figured was black or brown; the light shadows from the nearby trees stretched out enough that she couldn't pinpoint it exactly.
She called out to the foal, "Young one, what are you doing out here by yourself? Are you lost? Where is your mother?"