05-19-2018, 03:36 AM
Pond has tucked into the sand where it seems that the sun does a better job of warming and drying her fur, folding her long legs beneath her as she catches her breath. Even with Belgaer’s help, the long walk and short swim had stolen some of her energy, but she already feels some of the strength coming back to her under the sunlight even in the chilly air of the northern island. The jungle ahead of them seems appealing, where she is sure the oceanic air may not be as bothersome, but she does remember some of the manners her parents had taught her in their short time together and knows not to go romping into a strange new place without caution.
The spotted stallion who had led her here and helped her across the channel calls out, and she listens with perked ears, but she rests her eyes for now. Everything she hears is foggy, from the gentle brush of the waves behind her to the sound of his cry. Her ears flicker only feebly, half as aware as any foal or mare’s should be as her eyes rest softly against the sunlight that warms her.
But she can feel the slight shift of the sand and then she hears the voices above her, so she lifts her head with a snort and there is Belgaer, and he seems almost to be guarding her until he steps aside and beckons her forward. With a few deep breaths and a gulp of the dry ocean air, she stands with a slight cough and shakes herself. She had not been able to hear their exchange before, but she knows why Belgaer had brought her thanks to their conversation before.
“Hello Brennen,” she says in her soft voice, nodding her head in the respectful way her parents had taught her. “Belgaer said you may be able to help me understand what has happened to my home.” It’s about all she can manage to ask since what Belgaer had told her already seemed so impossible to understand, but she lifts her gray eyes to meet the king’s with some confidence. She is the child of a king, after all, so she knows how to act in their presence. But she begins to lose her breath and tears pool in her eyes as she asks: “have the Deserts really gone?”
She fears the worst for her family and hopes they are safe, but she knows the world has changed now. What would become of her now? The shadowy wings trembled upon her shoulders as she waits.
@[Brennen] @[Belgaer]
The spotted stallion who had led her here and helped her across the channel calls out, and she listens with perked ears, but she rests her eyes for now. Everything she hears is foggy, from the gentle brush of the waves behind her to the sound of his cry. Her ears flicker only feebly, half as aware as any foal or mare’s should be as her eyes rest softly against the sunlight that warms her.
But she can feel the slight shift of the sand and then she hears the voices above her, so she lifts her head with a snort and there is Belgaer, and he seems almost to be guarding her until he steps aside and beckons her forward. With a few deep breaths and a gulp of the dry ocean air, she stands with a slight cough and shakes herself. She had not been able to hear their exchange before, but she knows why Belgaer had brought her thanks to their conversation before.
“Hello Brennen,” she says in her soft voice, nodding her head in the respectful way her parents had taught her. “Belgaer said you may be able to help me understand what has happened to my home.” It’s about all she can manage to ask since what Belgaer had told her already seemed so impossible to understand, but she lifts her gray eyes to meet the king’s with some confidence. She is the child of a king, after all, so she knows how to act in their presence. But she begins to lose her breath and tears pool in her eyes as she asks: “have the Deserts really gone?”
She fears the worst for her family and hopes they are safe, but she knows the world has changed now. What would become of her now? The shadowy wings trembled upon her shoulders as she waits.
@[Brennen] @[Belgaer]