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RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red (Myrna) - Cascadia - 12-15-2024
Wynters looker up to Luvi, curiosity taking hold as she glanced between Luvi and her brother Ravin, noticing the difference between the siblings, from the Markings on their coat, to the height difference, taking in there different mannerisms. Ravin seemed much more confident than his sister, in truth his bold nature frightened the younger filly a little, where as Luvi seemed more reserved and quieter than her brother, something that put the little filly more at ease with her.
Hearing the other mares words Cascadia let out the breath she hadn't know she was holding, she hadn't wanted to offend them by insinuating their home wasn't safe, even though that was exactly where her mind had gone. As long as her child stayed within her sight she could let go a little of that tight leash she had been holding, knowing the foal needed to let loose a little and gain her own confidence like any normal foal did.
Wynters looked up at the other filly with interest, listening intently to her words.
She smiles at the thought of being as big as those around her Will I be as big as you someday? she questions quietly, her full attention on the other filly in front of her.
I want to be as big and as brave as my momma one day, so I can fight off the bad creatures like she was.
Cascadia drops her head slightly at the comment. She had screwed up this motherhood thing from before her foal was born and could only hope she hadn't done irreversible damage to her psyche, clearly the foal hadn't felt safe and probably still didn't now.
She huffed softly at herself. Wynters she called softly, the foal only turning her head to look at her mother who was directly behind her. We are safe here she continued, attempting to reassure her foal who turned and nuzzled her mother, without actually replying to her mother's comment.
Frowning Cascadia couldn't really blame her for not believing her, after all she didn't 100% believe it herself yet.
With interest alight in her eyes at the thought of exploring with Luvi, Wynters asked with a slight pleading tone in her voice for her mother's permission. Seeing true interest in the child's eyes and voice she smiled and nodded yes, you can go, but stay with my sight please she says, glancing briefly between Wynters and Luvi, although she didn't think she had to worry about Luvi running off and abandoning Wynters, having seen the look the filly had given her mother when she had mentioned the same thing.
After the youngsters had moved off a little she sighed, dropping her head and closing her eyes ad she whispered Thank you just loud enough that she knew Myrna would hear her, but the foals wouldn't.
RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red (Myrna) - Ravin - 01-01-2025
I think suddenly of the two strange children he had met in the Forest, of their wary, watchful eyes. Cascadia has eyes like that, it had reminded me of them, and not for the first time I wonder what real dangers might lie beyond the shelter of the Gates.
Then Wynters mentions bad creatures, and my eyes flick back to her, in time to hear my sister answer that: Yes,” someday Wynters will be as big as she is - bigger, probably, I muse, since my sibling has clearly inherited Ruhr’s height rather than our mother’s.
The younger foal doesn’t elaborate though, and I can tell from the way that Cascadia’s shoulders droop and the concern on my mother’s face, that now is not the best time to ask about what the scary creatures had been.
”There’s nothing scary here,“ I attempt to reassure her, ”You’re too big for a jackal to drag off.“
RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red (Myrna) - Viszla - 01-01-2025
”Ravin”, Myrna groans, rolling her eyes at her child’s poor attempt to reassure the young Wynters of her safety. Meanwhile, Luvi is gesturing toward the brush where the lark nest is, quiet but clearly excited to see and to show the nest that they’ve been watching for the past several days.
Myrna watches the trio of children move away, catching Cascadia’s quietly spoken ‘Thank you’, with one flickering golden ear. With a faint smile still remaining as she pulls her eyes from her children, Myrna looks toward the other mare.
“I’ve not seen a jackal in this part of the Gates for years,” she says, just in case Ravin’s enthusiastic blunder had worried the new mother, “She’ll be safe.” Myrna pauses for a moment, aware that if she continues to speak that she will be treading on uncertain ground. There’s a moment of contemplation, and then she adds: “You will be too.”
@Cascadia
RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red (Myrna) - Wynters - 01-03-2025
The little filly jogged either excitement at Luvi's side, having taken a real shine to the slightly older filly. There was still a weary part of her that worried about leaving her mother's side.
She glanced up at the much taller colt when he spoke, with a frown she glanced around with unease there isn't anything around here that would want to attack me, right? She asked, anxiety lacing her voice, the colts words having had the opposite effort to what he surely had hoped for.
Wynters moved closer to Luvi, accidently bumping into her side in an effort to get as close as possible to the other filly, a quietly muttered apology offered as she puts the smallest of gaps between them as ice blue weary eyes fix back on Ravin.
RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red (Myrna) - Cascadia - 01-03-2025
As predicted Cascadia's worry increased after hearing the colts words, glancing to her foal who appear to have taken a shine to young filly if the appearance of her glued to her side was any indication.
Closing her eyes whilst taking a deep breathe she attempted to let go of the fear and concern that had a tight hold on her. Opening her eyes she finds the other mare watching her.
As Myrna speaks of Wynters safety a small smile takes over cascadia's features. That's all she ever wanted for her foal, all she ever wished for. She voices this to Myrna all I ever wanted was to find somewhere safe for her to grow up, somewhere she'd be free to run and play and have friend. Where she can grow up independent, strong and free to do as she wishes her gaze shift inwards as unwelcome memories come to the forefront of her mind, her voice hollow as she continues free from torment and pain, not dictated to or treated like a pawn in some politician game to gain favours over others, never having the freedom to do as you please, go where you want or love who you wish and if you dare to step out of line, if you can't run far or fast enough then punishment is swift and brutal, splitting... she trails off blinking once, twice as her focus lands back on her surroundings, her breathing heavy as she looks anywhere but at the other, realisation of what she had unknowingly just said settles in.
RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red (Myrna) - Ravin - 01-23-2025
Luvi laughs softly, bumping back gently against Wynters as if to say not to worry about jostling her or her brother’s careless words. The older filly shakes her head and rolls her eyes as Ravin continues to chatter on: “No. Well, maybe the jays if you get too close to their nest, one got my cheek once, it really hurt.”
“He almost stepped on their fledgling.” Luvi says Wynters, and Ravin either doesn’t hear her or carries on as if he hasn’t. “But no, no there’s really not. It’s so safe here that it’s kinda boring.”
Luvi rolls her eyes with a quiet huff as she continues to lead the way toward the nest, a nonverbal disagreement with her brother’s assessment of their home. A few feet away, she pauses, knowing that to move any closer would be to startle the lark that might be sitting on the nest.
“Wait here.” Her command is as soft as the rest of her speech, and she doesn’t wait for compliance. Instead, as her words fade into nothingness, so does Luvi. Within a few heartbeats, the space where the filly once stood appears like nothing more than empty space.
Yet the grass bends and forms into the shape of four hooves moving closer to the lark nest, and Ravin says, more quietly than he’s been speaking: “It’s kinda freaky when she does that, the invisibility thing. She’s like, crazy good at hide and seek.”
ooc: so sorry these have taken so long! life has been quite a thing lately
RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red (Myrna) - Wynters - 01-24-2025
The pinto filly smiles when Luvi bumped her back. Listening as she follows the twins.
I think I'll like boring, I didn't like those creatures than momma had to fight to protect me she comments, remembering the scenes with a frown before shaking her head as if she could shake the scary memories from her mind.
When Luvi stops and asks her to wait she nods. As the older filly starts to disappear the foals eyes go wide, having never seen anything like this before. She'd heard a little of the magic in this world big had honest believed her mother had made them up, like a story.
Glancing back to Ravin she asks how does she do that? Her voice low, little more than a whisper, her face still expressing the shock she currently felt.
(Ooc - No worries. Real life always takes priority lol)
RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red (Myrna) - Viszla - 01-25-2025
Cascadia’s worry is nearly palpable, radiating out from the new mother into the cool air. Myrna allows it to pass over her, bolstered by the knowledge that she'd spoke the truth earlier, that Cascadia and her daughter are safe here within the borders of the Gates.
The buckskin and white mare speaks of what she wants for her daughter, and Myrna’s head bobs in quiet agreement, the movement slowing to a stop as the younger mare’s voice fades out. Myrna’s bright eyes don’t miss the shift in her expression, nor her ears the change in the other’s voice when she starts speaking again.
What she says next is surprising, and Myrna’s eyes do widen as some of Cascadia’s past becomes clear. Yes, she realizes, that certainly answers a great many questions the palomino had. The thought of a lifetime of that, of being so desperate to escape that she’d risk not only her own life, but that of her child, is a cold and uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach.
But despite the surprise that Myrna couldn’t hide, and the way Cascadia looks anywhere but at her, she reaches out slowly, to gently brush her muzzle against the other’s shoulder.
“This is not a place like that.” She says as she pulls back, her expression somber and earnest, looking toward Cascadia even if the other still looks away. “Wynters can grow up free and safe, into whomever she wants to be.” This is her kingdom after all, even if it is a small one. What she says is law.
RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red (Myrna) - Cascadia - 01-26-2025
Hearing thd words settled something in her, her eyes tracking the 3 youngsters, a faint smile flicking over her features.
At the unfamiliar touch she stiffens in surprise, but with a deep breath and closed eyes she relaxes, taking the comfort the other mare offers. She hadn't realised how much she needed the small kind gesture.
I knew from the moment I realised she was there that I didn't want her to be a pawn in some political game she said quietly, not wanting the young to hear her.
I don't know how you've manage with 2 to care for she chu% ckles I barely managed with one, going on the run whilst carry, struggling to find a safe place for her to come into this world and then making her move to the point of exhaustion. I hardly feel I've done the right thing by her. The last part is said with a hint of sadness.
RE: Where I'm from, the rivers run red (Myrna) - Viszla - 02-15-2025
Myrna doesn’t immediately draw back when her companion stiffens, and she is glad when the younger mare closes her eyes and breathes deeply. Myrna’s heart aches for her, for the vulnerability she has shown and the fears that had driven her from her home in search of a better life for her daughter.
Cascadia speaks again of not wanting her daughter to be a pawn in a political game. Myrna suspects, though does not pry, that Cascadia had also freed herself from such a life, and Myrna only wishes that she’d escaped as young as her child has.
But there is no changing the past; there is only moving forward. And here, in the Gates, Myrna is sure, will be the best place to do that. She is glad when the sound of laughter once more colors her companion’s voice, and she smiles at the mention of her children.
“I’ve been fortunate enough to have my family,” she admits, for while her mother and siblings are not as frequently seen in the kingdom, they are there when she needs them. Or simply when she needs a break from her two rowdy offspring.
“You’ve brought her somewhere safe.” Myrna replies when Cascadia’s tone saddens, “The journey will fade into memory, but she will always know you brought her here.” Sometimes the worst memories don’t fade, and Myrna knows it. But she also knows that they can be softened by happier memories, and outshone by a lifetime of safety and contentment. She hopes that will be true not only for Wynters, but also for Cascadia.