02-14-2021, 02:29 PM
despite the overwhelming odds, tomorrow came
The air is cold and leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. This is not uncommon in the darkness that had shrouded the land for what seemed like years now. The only way to tell time was by watching the children grow, so I know it hasn’t been quite a year, despite how long it’s felt, but it’s definitely coming close to that mark by now. I had just woken from a fitful, lonely sleep. There was always a lingering hope that I would wake up to a faint light growing on the horizon, but even that was beginning to fade as each day passed–well, with each sleep, anyway. The darkness persisted.
I hate to admit it, but things seemed to be settling down into some form of normalcy in these dark times. I mean, Beqanna had never been normal by any standards, so this darkness was just the passing of another era here. Or at least that’s what I am learning, the more time I spend here.
Much to my dismay, however, the normalcy also brought with it the changes in my growing daughter. Though she is still small and but a child in my mind, she was beginning to outgrow my mothering and had taken to wandering willfully through the lands of Beqanna. I am unsure of her whereabouts now, but no doubt she was off somewhere outside the borders of Taiga at this very moment. I shake my head, trying not to allow this thought to overcome me with worry and fear. At least Cheri and Reynard weren’t as full of wanderlust as Memorie, though Cheri did bring with her a worrisome attraction to a certain young stallion.
Without light, it fell upon Memorie and me to provide for everyone under the Taigan canopy. It had become second nature by now to breathe life into the grasses that desperately longed for the warmth of sunlight. Despite this, it was a truly wearisome task. The plants gave off an aura of despair and sorrow, which seeped into my bones as well. I can’t help but wonder how Memorie is coping with this, but she had always been strong when confronted with negative emotions, so perhaps she was fairing better than I was. I sigh softly at the thought, the usual sadness settling into the pit of my stomach.
From the darkness, I could hear the soft clip clop of hooves on the soft earth, and then a soft glow permeates the shadows. @[Yanhua]. I could tell by the heavy sound of his hooves. I lift my head and turn in his direction just as he rounds a small bend to enter the little grove where I had taken to sleeping. As he moves closer, I reach out for him, stepping forward myself. I wrap my neck up over his back and press my chest gently against his as a way of greeting my mate. Before I pull back, I sigh gently into his glowing mane. “Hello, my love.” I try to shift my thoughts around so they aren’t as depressing. I don’t want to worry him, but I probably do a terrible job of it.
I step back to look at him, which is not hard given the soft glow that emanates from him. Even without the empathic abilities that him and my daughter shared, I can tell there is a reason he has sought me out now. He seems antsy and ready for his next adventure. We had spoken little of the quest the fairies had given him and Amarine, probably something to do with the toll it had taken on them, but I could tell he had not given up. And I couldn’t help but agree. In this darkness, Taiga could use some kind of lift. In the moments we did talk about it, I could tell he was weary of bringing the jewel encrusted mare on another wild and dangerous adventure, and so I had offered to help in any way I could. “You’re ready.” I say this resolutely. If he was ready, so was I.
I hate to admit it, but things seemed to be settling down into some form of normalcy in these dark times. I mean, Beqanna had never been normal by any standards, so this darkness was just the passing of another era here. Or at least that’s what I am learning, the more time I spend here.
Much to my dismay, however, the normalcy also brought with it the changes in my growing daughter. Though she is still small and but a child in my mind, she was beginning to outgrow my mothering and had taken to wandering willfully through the lands of Beqanna. I am unsure of her whereabouts now, but no doubt she was off somewhere outside the borders of Taiga at this very moment. I shake my head, trying not to allow this thought to overcome me with worry and fear. At least Cheri and Reynard weren’t as full of wanderlust as Memorie, though Cheri did bring with her a worrisome attraction to a certain young stallion.
Without light, it fell upon Memorie and me to provide for everyone under the Taigan canopy. It had become second nature by now to breathe life into the grasses that desperately longed for the warmth of sunlight. Despite this, it was a truly wearisome task. The plants gave off an aura of despair and sorrow, which seeped into my bones as well. I can’t help but wonder how Memorie is coping with this, but she had always been strong when confronted with negative emotions, so perhaps she was fairing better than I was. I sigh softly at the thought, the usual sadness settling into the pit of my stomach.
From the darkness, I could hear the soft clip clop of hooves on the soft earth, and then a soft glow permeates the shadows. @[Yanhua]. I could tell by the heavy sound of his hooves. I lift my head and turn in his direction just as he rounds a small bend to enter the little grove where I had taken to sleeping. As he moves closer, I reach out for him, stepping forward myself. I wrap my neck up over his back and press my chest gently against his as a way of greeting my mate. Before I pull back, I sigh gently into his glowing mane. “Hello, my love.” I try to shift my thoughts around so they aren’t as depressing. I don’t want to worry him, but I probably do a terrible job of it.
I step back to look at him, which is not hard given the soft glow that emanates from him. Even without the empathic abilities that him and my daughter shared, I can tell there is a reason he has sought me out now. He seems antsy and ready for his next adventure. We had spoken little of the quest the fairies had given him and Amarine, probably something to do with the toll it had taken on them, but I could tell he had not given up. And I couldn’t help but agree. In this darkness, Taiga could use some kind of lift. In the moments we did talk about it, I could tell he was weary of bringing the jewel encrusted mare on another wild and dangerous adventure, and so I had offered to help in any way I could. “You’re ready.” I say this resolutely. If he was ready, so was I.
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