02-19-2018, 09:17 PM
Valensia
The leaves are turning color, the mornings are frosty, the trees are not as thick as they had been in the summer. The birds are quieter, and the rummaging scavengers in the brush are thinned. A lot has changed since her first run in with that boy who couldn’t even get the words out to say hi. She’d found it cute, and basked in her ability to take words out of his mouth with her beauty…. Pffssst only in her head. But that’s all that matters right?
Right now she’s splashing in the spring at the center of the land, exercising and trying to train for the battle she would be taking a part in. Sometimes the nerves catch her off guard and has her biting her lip more than usual distracting her from her goal. She hasn’t seen her parents yet, having scampered off right after the meeting, a little afraid they would disapprove. She couldn’t even look at them while at the meeting so afraid of what would be on their faces. She’s going to have to face the music at some point. Probably today when she gets back home. Her hoof slams into the water with a frustrated grunt. She’s not getting this kicking thing very well. Her wings seem to always flare out when she rises up in the half rear.
Amber eyes break focus when the rustle of grass lets her know someone is present. She folds her wings again, whipping her tail against her hindquarters before turning around to face whoever had found her little corner of their home. She thinks it and the armor appears, a goofy smile slashed across her face I did it! She bursts out, proud to have concurred one thing in this whole mess at least.
Right now she’s splashing in the spring at the center of the land, exercising and trying to train for the battle she would be taking a part in. Sometimes the nerves catch her off guard and has her biting her lip more than usual distracting her from her goal. She hasn’t seen her parents yet, having scampered off right after the meeting, a little afraid they would disapprove. She couldn’t even look at them while at the meeting so afraid of what would be on their faces. She’s going to have to face the music at some point. Probably today when she gets back home. Her hoof slams into the water with a frustrated grunt. She’s not getting this kicking thing very well. Her wings seem to always flare out when she rises up in the half rear.
Amber eyes break focus when the rustle of grass lets her know someone is present. She folds her wings again, whipping her tail against her hindquarters before turning around to face whoever had found her little corner of their home. She thinks it and the armor appears, a goofy smile slashed across her face I did it! She bursts out, proud to have concurred one thing in this whole mess at least.
“And there was you - your fair self,
always delicately dressed,
with white firm fingers sure of touch
in delicate true work.
I loved you then.”
- Charlotte Gilman
@[Kryptic]