"Oren?"
Roselin asked behind a rather large, densely-leaved bush. Looking behind the shrub, the silver-black filly didn't see her brother. He wasn't hard to miss - not with his metallic-colored socks or blaze. Oren was always rather easy to find (and that was why Rosey preferred to be the seeker in their game of search-and-sometimes-find). Their game, however, had extended past the borders of Taiga and the girl had mistakenly ventured away from the Redwoods. Her dark ears flicked back and she turned to look behind her, unfamiliar with this part of the forest.
But the forest was no longer a forest and the further she walked (towards what she had originally been certain was towards home), the trees became sparser and finally the world opened up above her. Distractedly, the blue-eyed filly had stared up into a particularly wide expanse of sky. She had known it was big but out here - wherever she was - the sky suddenly seemed so much wider.
She wove through the crowds, keeping her head down and her ears back as Roselin began to realize that she was lost. There was no Oren to tell her that it would be okay. There was no Yanhua to save the day. No Da to ask her to be a brave lass. It was just her - just Rosey - and she was terrified about being alone in the crowds. She wandered for a few hours, trying to keep distance between herself and the others. She had managed to convince a mare and her weanling that she was alright. Roselin had told her that her Mum was nearby. She's over by the trees, Rosey had tersely replied. The girl had supposed it wasn't a complete lie.
Her dam was most likely by the trees.
Those trees just happened to be in Taiga.
There is relief when she is finally alone but terror as well. What will she do? How will she get back to Taiga? The River, she remembers. Mama says you can always listen to the River. When she finally leaves the shade that she had been hiding beneath, the young girl walks past a rather dark colt who appears to be sunbathing. Normally tentative about meeting others and shy, Rosey would have happily kept herself and attempted to try and find that bubbling brook that she could hear in the distance.
But something makes filly stop and look down to the ground she walks on. It had been brown a moment ago. The stalks of grass had begun to parch with the summer. But as she studied them and lowered her slender head, she realized that they were turning green. Turning to look behind her, she watches the older colt. "Was... Is that you?" she whisper-asks, hesitant to raise her voice and scare away the plants blooming back into life.
@[Wu] what, no I am totally not procrastinating on my Alliance post.
Roselin asked behind a rather large, densely-leaved bush. Looking behind the shrub, the silver-black filly didn't see her brother. He wasn't hard to miss - not with his metallic-colored socks or blaze. Oren was always rather easy to find (and that was why Rosey preferred to be the seeker in their game of search-and-sometimes-find). Their game, however, had extended past the borders of Taiga and the girl had mistakenly ventured away from the Redwoods. Her dark ears flicked back and she turned to look behind her, unfamiliar with this part of the forest.
But the forest was no longer a forest and the further she walked (towards what she had originally been certain was towards home), the trees became sparser and finally the world opened up above her. Distractedly, the blue-eyed filly had stared up into a particularly wide expanse of sky. She had known it was big but out here - wherever she was - the sky suddenly seemed so much wider.
She wove through the crowds, keeping her head down and her ears back as Roselin began to realize that she was lost. There was no Oren to tell her that it would be okay. There was no Yanhua to save the day. No Da to ask her to be a brave lass. It was just her - just Rosey - and she was terrified about being alone in the crowds. She wandered for a few hours, trying to keep distance between herself and the others. She had managed to convince a mare and her weanling that she was alright. Roselin had told her that her Mum was nearby. She's over by the trees, Rosey had tersely replied. The girl had supposed it wasn't a complete lie.
Her dam was most likely by the trees.
Those trees just happened to be in Taiga.
There is relief when she is finally alone but terror as well. What will she do? How will she get back to Taiga? The River, she remembers. Mama says you can always listen to the River. When she finally leaves the shade that she had been hiding beneath, the young girl walks past a rather dark colt who appears to be sunbathing. Normally tentative about meeting others and shy, Rosey would have happily kept herself and attempted to try and find that bubbling brook that she could hear in the distance.
But something makes filly stop and look down to the ground she walks on. It had been brown a moment ago. The stalks of grass had begun to parch with the summer. But as she studied them and lowered her slender head, she realized that they were turning green. Turning to look behind her, she watches the older colt. "Was... Is that you?" she whisper-asks, hesitant to raise her voice and scare away the plants blooming back into life.
@[Wu] what, no I am totally not procrastinating on my Alliance post.