Solace
The recent flood of diplomats had receded - leaving Hyaline feeling empty. Her country was known across Beqanna by its reputation as a sanctuary, the steady stream of mothers and wanders looking for rest attested to that. But she needed something more, she needed fresh blood, she needed help.
In the quiet of the morning, Solace had spread her cerulean wings and left the lake and mountains far below her. Rarely did she leave the story-book kingdom, but sometimes it was necessary to leave if only to take the pulse of the real world.
The two youngsters immediately catch her attention. She can hear the cadence of their friendly conversation from the sky, but no distinct words or phrases and she decides to have a closer look. The tall grasses bend low as the gold and alabaster mare uses the air to buffer her landing several paces off from where the two young horses chat.
A friendly smile softens her young features as she approaches them - it was nice to not have to carry herself with the formality the recent political dealings had required.
"Hello!" she calls, catching herself before she adds, welcome, out of habit - they weren't in her kingdom today. "I'm Solace, from Hyaline. I think I missed the introductions," she laughs as she gives each a quick nod, but something about the young stallion holds her gaze... he is unmistakably familiar.
caretaker of hyaline
