01-25-2025, 04:05 PM
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.
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.