There is one thing that the yearling and her niece (Cousin? An extended family member? Rosey isn't sure what to call the numerous relatives that live in Taiga. She just knows that they are all family and she has been taught that's all that matters.) Roselin is as dark as night while the younger girl is that lovely sienna she has so often admired in her mother and older brothers. But there is the gold shimmering in her mane, a trait she shares with both her parents and with her gold-marked siblings and their kin.
The yearling smiles at the compliment that the chestnut filly gives. While she certainly resembles Yanhua, Rose shares with her the advice that she had given herself earlier: "I think you look like yourself." The smile quirks to one side, presenting a lopsided grin to her companion. It might be her sire's coloring she had and her mother's mane and tail that she shared, but the two combined to make Memorie unique.
An ear flicks towards the other Taigan as Memorie tells her about Cheri, how she shared another familial trait instead of the Echoes. Healing, the filly had chimed as they walked along and Rose nodded her head. Her nose crinkles a little at the thought. "I'm not sure I'd do well with blood or sickness," she admits, and though she is partially teasing, Roselin had shrieked and run away when Oren had flung a dead fish at her when they had been little. Reave was always bringing home scrapes and bruises (why not flowers and leaves and other treasures?) and the smell of blood in their little grove was not uncommon.
Roselin often took those moments to step away from her brothers.
She peers at @[Memorie] again, wondering if there she had more traits than what she had shared. The filly hadn't prodded her memories the way that Reave sometimes did. There wasn't the careful caution she could feel pricking at the edge of her mind (that was likely her mother, Lilliana). Did she have more than just the Echoes?
An answer presents itself a few moments later as Memorie shares an idea; as she becomes so ecstatic, even Rosey's feet start to quicken their pace. The younger girl slows and so does she as she considers what her relation is saying. She hasn't found sunflowers anywhere in Beqanna yet (and Yanhua had even attempted to help her in that search). Maybe the answer was there? The silver-black adolescent considers it, finding it hard not to smile at the way that the chestnut alongside her was lighting up.
"Do you think we'd have to go to the Mountain?" she asks. It's not something Lilliana would like; her mother would most likely (and very firmly) tell her 'No' if Roselin even broached the subject.
But she is already imagining the way her dam's smile might bloom if she could only see, if Rosey could only show her what they had brought back. "But maybe nobody would have to know," she starts to conspire with the other girl. "We could say we were going to...," and there she trails off, because where else would they go?
The yearling smiles at the compliment that the chestnut filly gives. While she certainly resembles Yanhua, Rose shares with her the advice that she had given herself earlier: "I think you look like yourself." The smile quirks to one side, presenting a lopsided grin to her companion. It might be her sire's coloring she had and her mother's mane and tail that she shared, but the two combined to make Memorie unique.
An ear flicks towards the other Taigan as Memorie tells her about Cheri, how she shared another familial trait instead of the Echoes. Healing, the filly had chimed as they walked along and Rose nodded her head. Her nose crinkles a little at the thought. "I'm not sure I'd do well with blood or sickness," she admits, and though she is partially teasing, Roselin had shrieked and run away when Oren had flung a dead fish at her when they had been little. Reave was always bringing home scrapes and bruises (why not flowers and leaves and other treasures?) and the smell of blood in their little grove was not uncommon.
Roselin often took those moments to step away from her brothers.
She peers at @[Memorie] again, wondering if there she had more traits than what she had shared. The filly hadn't prodded her memories the way that Reave sometimes did. There wasn't the careful caution she could feel pricking at the edge of her mind (that was likely her mother, Lilliana). Did she have more than just the Echoes?
An answer presents itself a few moments later as Memorie shares an idea; as she becomes so ecstatic, even Rosey's feet start to quicken their pace. The younger girl slows and so does she as she considers what her relation is saying. She hasn't found sunflowers anywhere in Beqanna yet (and Yanhua had even attempted to help her in that search). Maybe the answer was there? The silver-black adolescent considers it, finding it hard not to smile at the way that the chestnut alongside her was lighting up.
"Do you think we'd have to go to the Mountain?" she asks. It's not something Lilliana would like; her mother would most likely (and very firmly) tell her 'No' if Roselin even broached the subject.
But she is already imagining the way her dam's smile might bloom if she could only see, if Rosey could only show her what they had brought back. "But maybe nobody would have to know," she starts to conspire with the other girl. "We could say we were going to...," and there she trails off, because where else would they go?
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