01-14-2021, 02:29 PM
one lives in hope of becoming a memory
Mother had missed the twin train this go around, ending up with just me, her one daughter. So I didn’t have the same kind of realization that not all foals come in pairs, though I did understand that it was quite common in the world of Beqanna. After all, I’d met my half-siblings, who were twins, I knew that Roselin was twin to Oren, father had told me of his twin, and I’d also heard of Nashua’s twin daughters–though I hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting either of them. One day I might have to venture my way out toward the Nerinian border to seek them out, but for now, I was thoroughly entertained by the filly that stood before me.
As @[Roselin] stretches her neck out toward me, I recognize the gesture as a greeting, so I eagerly reach forward as well, brushing my nose against hers. It felt good to connect with a fellow family member. I return the smile, which brightens up my features in a way that only an innocent child could manage.
When she mentions that I look like my father, I can’t help but throw my head into the air and prance in place for a second in excitement. I could only have looked more like him if my tail was the same flaxen color as his (well, that and the golden marking upon his chest), and I was definitely proud of that, though I do wish my mane matched my tail. I’d love to look more like mother in that way, but alas, I’d been born with just the tail matching hers. Perhaps, someday, I would go on a quest to change that, but for now, I was happy to keep just the tail. “Thank you!” I say in response, clearly proud to show off the resemblance.
Lumi and Ellie, she says, and I recognize the short nicknames for Nashua’s twins, though she makes sure to add on that they belong to him. I, of course, knew who Nashua was. I hadn’t yet met him, but father had told me about him, as well as shown me happy memories from when they were children as well as adults (so I would recognize him if I ever did meet him). Just mentioning them, though, makes me long to meet them as well. I add that to my mental checklist of things to do before I grow old, like mother and father. Youth was the time to explore and make new friends, after all! Well, at least that’s how I feel about it now, but there would probably definitely come a time when I think differently, as I cannot stop the progression of aging, and I’m sure I would still be this wonder-filled mare that loves to explore and travel.
Instead of asking about Nashua’s twins, I tilt my head at the mention of lupines. I’d explored a fair bit of the redwoods, and I knew a few names for the plants that grew here (such as the ferns that sprouted between the trees), but I hadn’t yet heard of lupines (though perhaps I’ve seen them). “Lupines?” I ask, and you could hear the curiosity in my voice.
It is slightly disappointing to hear that Roselin has yet to build her garden, but the beaming grin on her face brings an excitement that overshadows the disappointment. When she mentions that she can’t grow, I get a bit antsy, shifting my weight from one side to the other so that my hooves do this kind of little dance without ever leaving the ground. Oh, oh, I can grow things, I wanted to say, but she puffs out a breath of icy air, which intrigues me, before asking if I could help. “I would love to!” I practically squeal in delight. “Mama and I both have the gift of flora revival, so I can help grow whatever you bring to Taiga! Oh, and dad and Amarine are leaving for a quest soon to bring new flora and fauna to Taiga as well. Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”
As @[Roselin] stretches her neck out toward me, I recognize the gesture as a greeting, so I eagerly reach forward as well, brushing my nose against hers. It felt good to connect with a fellow family member. I return the smile, which brightens up my features in a way that only an innocent child could manage.
When she mentions that I look like my father, I can’t help but throw my head into the air and prance in place for a second in excitement. I could only have looked more like him if my tail was the same flaxen color as his (well, that and the golden marking upon his chest), and I was definitely proud of that, though I do wish my mane matched my tail. I’d love to look more like mother in that way, but alas, I’d been born with just the tail matching hers. Perhaps, someday, I would go on a quest to change that, but for now, I was happy to keep just the tail. “Thank you!” I say in response, clearly proud to show off the resemblance.
Lumi and Ellie, she says, and I recognize the short nicknames for Nashua’s twins, though she makes sure to add on that they belong to him. I, of course, knew who Nashua was. I hadn’t yet met him, but father had told me about him, as well as shown me happy memories from when they were children as well as adults (so I would recognize him if I ever did meet him). Just mentioning them, though, makes me long to meet them as well. I add that to my mental checklist of things to do before I grow old, like mother and father. Youth was the time to explore and make new friends, after all! Well, at least that’s how I feel about it now, but there would probably definitely come a time when I think differently, as I cannot stop the progression of aging, and I’m sure I would still be this wonder-filled mare that loves to explore and travel.
Instead of asking about Nashua’s twins, I tilt my head at the mention of lupines. I’d explored a fair bit of the redwoods, and I knew a few names for the plants that grew here (such as the ferns that sprouted between the trees), but I hadn’t yet heard of lupines (though perhaps I’ve seen them). “Lupines?” I ask, and you could hear the curiosity in my voice.
It is slightly disappointing to hear that Roselin has yet to build her garden, but the beaming grin on her face brings an excitement that overshadows the disappointment. When she mentions that she can’t grow, I get a bit antsy, shifting my weight from one side to the other so that my hooves do this kind of little dance without ever leaving the ground. Oh, oh, I can grow things, I wanted to say, but she puffs out a breath of icy air, which intrigues me, before asking if I could help. “I would love to!” I practically squeal in delight. “Mama and I both have the gift of flora revival, so I can help grow whatever you bring to Taiga! Oh, and dad and Amarine are leaving for a quest soon to bring new flora and fauna to Taiga as well. Oh, this is going to be so much fun!”
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