(OOC: Sorry this took so long <3)
The journey to the coast was a long one, the mare often wishing she could just scoop up the small boy and fly off with him. Though she knew this idea was not fool proof, and would not end well. She stopped often, allowing them time to eat and rest, though as the kingdom came into view she sped up, careful to keep the boy close.
She allowed herself to feel proud as she arrived home, her ears pricked forward, head raised to the sky, green eyes peering out through thick locks of white forelock. They strolled casually along the coast line, the dun mare pointing out different types of flowers, birds, and fish that swam peacefully in the white capped waters.
After a few moments of her just staring out at the ocean, she turned to her son, smiling fondly at him.
"What do you think Ardashir?"
Her voice was strong, her smile practically shining through the once weak undertone it held. She bent down, muzzle softly bumping the boys shoulder.
They were finally home.
The long walk or rather trot home had made his muscles sore the first couple days and he had whined to his mother Tarvelie. Ardashir had to keep moving though and followed the winged mare where she led with the promise of home and rest at the end of the long trip. There were of course moments of relaxing and play his legs had grown stronger in the journey. He was very clearly a draft colt though his frame had changed from those first couple days and now had filled out thanks to mothers milk. He enjoyed running and kicking but never strayed far from his mother always trying to tuck his head up under her wings when he could.
Tarvelie would hasten her steps as the two grew closer to her home it seemed and Ardashir not wanting to be left behind pranced along beside her. Mother would slow down once more as they walked along the coast line and the colt danced along in the sand at her side playing with the water as it rushed in and then back out. He listened as she explained about the living things that also peaked out of hiding around them.
He looked up to the dun mare as she asked him what he thought.
Ardashir swung his tail around a moment looking all over and then back to Tarvelie, “ I like it mother home seems much nicer and a lot more open!” He gave a prancing buck and tossed his head, “ More space to run and play!” He added with a squeal and with another buck he was off galloping around her in a large oval kicking up sand along the beach as he played.Ardashir The blue in an ocean of grey..
She laughed as her child played, green hues alight with love for the draft boy.
It wouldn't be long before she would have to tell him the truth, for she was very clearly not his mother. Though then again she did suppose. No. She would tell him one day when he was older.
She would tell him when he could understand. Now she would simply enjoy being the fiery boy's mama.
"I am glad you think so."
She spoke, fond gaze settling upon the emerald sea. It stretched far into the horizon, the small white caps of it breaking up its deep hues.
"Tomorrow we shall introduce you to the other children, but today we rest."
Her wings unfurl and pull her forward slightly before resting at her sides once more. She laughed in a child like way as the ocean pulled at her fetlocks, the cool azure swallowing her legs.
"Today we enjoy!"
Ard swung his tail back and forth as he continued to play among the waves for a few moments longer. He turned his head as Tarvelie spoke to him and he nodded his head, “ Always better to have more room to run and explore than to be trapped in somewhere small and stinky.” He rolled his shoulders in a shrug. Ardashir was not the best with his words at this point in his life.
His nose wiggled as he scented the air and he knew there were other horses around but, maybe not in the immediate area that him and his mother stood. He pawed at the sand making a little pile of the soft stuff before bending his head down and nudge his work and also to take a sniff. The salty smell made his mouth water a bit and he shook his head and pawed at his sand pile a little more. “ I look forward to meeting them all mother. I hope I can make some good friends.” He lifted his head and trotted back over to Tarvelie as she shifted her wings.
Ard wondered to himself when his wings would come in but, he kept it mostly to himself as he had seen other horses without them so maybe it was more of a special thing. He had taken note though that most babies took after their parent or at least the ones he had seen had. His mother laughed and he nuzzled close to her chest closing his sapphire colored eyes relaxing a moment. Ardashir The blue in an ocean of grey..
Life is never as easy as you expect it to be.
When you are born, you have the whole world sprawled out in front of you. The outcome of your life in unpredictable; the rest of your life is just a mystery. Your entire life in measured in trials and tribulations, and it is how you act upon those that reflects who you really are. The game of life is a terrifying one; as a child, you think everyone to be good, you think everyone to be kind and loving...you think everyone to be happy.
As it turns out, not many of us are.
These thoughts rolled over in Chrisma's head as she stood at the edge of the sea, water lapping over her fetlocks, sand clinging to the crimson fur. The seagulls were quiet this afternoon, and the ocean stayed peaceful. The sky was smoky, and the sun's rays barely peaked out from the clouds. She inhaled deeply, letting the salty air fill her lungs.
The fiery mare found herself more and more often watching the sea, contemplating life and death and everything in between. She watched the whales come up for breath in the distance, she observed the dolphins jumping up from beneath the water - all of these kept her mind at ease...it was a certain type of therapy, if you will.
Being alone had become comforting to her. What was once a time for her to fester in her depression had become a time for her to relax, to reflect. While the sadness still ached in her bones, she found herself coping with it much better than she had before. And while she had yet to find someone to be around that comforted her in the way she believed her child would have, she tried her best to keep her mind positive - it was the only way for her not to go mad.
The splashing is what immediately caught her attention. She turned her head, peering out from beneath her thick layer of forelock to see who was approaching.
Around the curve of the beach, two figures appeared - a deep dun with two stunning white wings and a child the color of snow. The foal splashed around in the water, playing gleefully as children often do. His mother gazed at him lovingly, keeping a close eye on the exuberant colt.
Chrisma stared, and a familiar twinge began to ache in her bones. An image burned in her mind, something she could not get rid of...her scarlet child, ebony wings still clinging to his sides. Still. Motionless.
Dead.
She had always wondered how Astelledon would act - who he would become, what he would do with his life. She would teach him to fly and play with him when he learned to use his wobbly legs. She would feed him and protect him with her life.
As she grew older, the ache continued to resonate - she wanted, more than anything, to be a mother.
Chrisma turned her head back to the sea, taking deep breaths and trying to calm herself. She did not want to frighten the child, or anger the mother, with her own demons. She just needed to ease her saddened heart.
You're not a victim, are you?
The waves rolled in and out in its constant pattern. The noise of the waves had lulled the young boy into a mind sleepy haise. Ard pulled his head from its resting place on the front of his mother's chest and would start to lower himself to the sand. He tucked his front legs first under his chest followed last by his hind legs tucking against his stomach. The pale colored boy rested his head against his mother’s legs with a sleepy sigh.
He had not taken note of the mare that was watching the two of them. She had just not slipped into his field of vision at the moment. Ardashir had been focused on Tarvelie as she was his whole world in these first weeks of his life. He still needed a bit of teaching in his life as he was sure his comment about his new home had been very childlike in its meaning and its delivery. But, with time came more words and those words would better arrange themselves to his use.
Ardashir would meet the other horses that called this place home and with hope become their friend or at the very least an acquaintance to be seen in the background maybe. All this lay on a path in the future for him when he would grow taller than his mother and maybe he would start to ask questions about his lineage. He had already started to grow in the short amount of time he had been taken from the den.
The waves crashed and the salty water seemed to claw at the sand almost fighting against the pull of the ocean as it tore the water back out. The colt let his head fall from his mother’s leg and against his left shoulder. His nose twitching some as he dozed. There was a whole new world for him to explore and roam, and not just home but other lands that were held by other horses. What and who would he become? A tirent making those under his gaze fear or curse his name? A roaming bachelor never letting his heart be tied down to one place nore one lover. A knight in command of his king or queen to protect those who dwelled in their lands. Ardashir The blue in an ocean of grey..
08-23-2017, 04:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-23-2017, 04:15 PM by Tarvelie.)
She is aware of the Crimson mare, maybe before she was aware of them. Her son spoke fondly of their home as she watched the other. Emerald gazes flicked from the mare and then briefly to her son.
"You will always have room to play here my boy."
Tarvelie smiled, pale mizzle nudging the child's forelock fondly. After a moment the boy curled into the sand, his breath falling into that of a tired colt who had fallen into sleep.
"Sleep tight Ardashir."
She whispered, wings unfurling to protect her child from the harsh glare of the sun. With no response, she turned her gaze back towards the crimson mark, a sort of challenging look in which protection was laced.
She called for the mare, a soft note upon the salty winds. For if the mare wished to harm them, she would have already. Maybe the blood colored woman just wished for a friend, company.
Just as Tarvelie had sought out in her son.
She glanced down at him then, his head resting upon his shoulder. She smiled softly before quietly pulling herself towards the other, hoping she would meet halfway.
While she trusted the mare (for she was in Nerine, and Nerine was safe) she still wanted her child to be safe. This was the best way she knew how to do so.
The air is chilly today, and it blows Chrisma's fiery mane back and forth as it changes direction. She closes her eyes, and cocks her back leg into a more comfortable position. She tries to focus on her breathing, and the sounds around her, rather than the dun mare and her son.
Through the air comes a call - it is gentle, welcoming the crimson mare to come over and chat. She opens her hazel eyes, and turns her white-covered face to look at the mother, who is now walking away from her child, and towards her. The crimson mare holds her breath, unsure of what to do. Should she run? Should she stay and talk to her? She figured she could not avoid it now, and it would be rude to leave this mare on a negative note.
Chrisma turns her body and begins to walk, deciding it's best she meets her at a halfway point, since she is so far from the other. She doesn't want this mare to leave the child - you never know who may be lurking, or what their intentions may be.
When she arrives, she looks over the mare. She has striking emerald eyes, and a beautiful dun-colored bodice, with two alabaster wings at her sides. A beautiful sight indeed.
"I'm Chrisma." The crimson mare offers, face blank of any emotion. She doesn't talk to other equines all that often, so the taste of words on her tongue feels strange to her. She moves her wings in a slightly uncomfortable manner, and then looks to the sand below her.
Ardashir slept in the sand unaware that his mother had wandered (not far) from him. He was in his own mind napping peacefully. His ears twitched a couple times and a leg moved here and maybe his tail flicked around once or twice. The pale boy soon raised his head coming out of his nap and through his fuzzy waking haze he looked around some. His ears would prick up a moment or two before that mild amount of panic he had faded as he saw his mother not for off with another horse.
He raised himself from the sand he had been napping in and with a shake dislodged some of the grains that covered his lower half. The colt let out a small sound as he yawned and started over at a jonty trot to the two mares. He took note though as he moved closer that the red hued female seemed a little on the cautious side or, maybe more that she was shy? He slowed his trot and took a spot behind his mother poking his head one from behind her.
He knew well enough at this age to not interrupt a conversation between others or, was it more that it was just something you pick up on? Either way he was a little shy himself and so did not greet the other mare just yet. The clouds had rolled in with a gentle breeze as they all stood along the beach. Ardashir swung his tail from one side and then the other as he was glad for the cloud cover. The sun hurt his eyes sometimes and his skin felt tight and tingly if he was out in it too long. He liked to tuck under Tarvelie’s wings when he was feeling overwhelmed by that nasty gas ball. He would surely grow out of it or maybe learn the true power of a good dust bath.. Ardashir The blue in an ocean of grey..
The scarlet woman approaches, meeting Tarvelie rather quickly. She too possesses wings, dark red sails much like the rest of the newcomer's body. She shifts in the sand, pale mane tumbling down her sides as she assesses the woman. After decided she was no threat, Tarvelie relaxes, a soft smile forming upon her dark lips.
She feels her child approach as the mare speaks, his head tucking under her wings as it had done so often in the past few days. The alabaster sails unfurl to shield him in response to his actions. The dun knew how harmful the sun could be to the pale boy, and she tried her hardest to keep him out of its rays.
"And I Tarvelie."
She replies as the other offered her name, Chrisma. A name well suited. It was a nice one she thought, pretty and short. Easy to remember.
"Do introduce yourself, Ard."
She urged the child, ducking her head under her wing to coax him out to say hello. She wanted him to grow up well spoken, behaved and loved. Surely introducing himself to others would help him make friends.
Lifting her head once more she smiled and trained her emerald hue on Chrisma. A possible friend in the making.
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