I'm your Queen, you're my Ruler.
Things hadn’t turned out as she had expected them to be. It only felt like yesterday that she had left her father’s herd to find her own place within the Beqannian lands, but somehow things had gotten messed up quite badly. To Esileif it had only felt like a few weeks, but in reality years had passed. The peachy two toned girl had been stuck in time, as the world around her evolved. The mountains no longer belonged to her father, instead a pale winged stallion ruled those lands. She knew that her father was around, she had smelled a whiff of his scent, but she her mother had vanished.
The bay and faint orangey white mare lingers underneath the shadow of a tree, as the water of a small creek flows past her. Esileif wonders if she should change the comfortable shade for the water. She’s tired of doing nothing – for the past few weeks all she had done was linger around in the Meadow – and thus she moves her body forward, towards the cool water. The sun burns on her back and the cold water is almost icy if you would compare the two. Slowly and carefully Esi starts walking down the stream. The coolness of the water makes her think about her father, who has the power of manipulating ice, and she cannot stop the small smile that pulls up the corners of her lips.
Lazily she continues her stroll, sometimes stopping in favour of dipping her head towards the water to drink some of the water. She enjoys the peacefulness of the moment. Esileif actually likes the summer, she likes to feel the warmth of the sun on her back and the lazy afternoon naps. But she cannot say she would miss the flies that gather around her and create an itchy feeling on her skin. Snorting softly she stops again, letting her eyes wander across the plains of the meadow. When she had left Esileif had honestly thought she would find a new home in no time, but that was something that also hadn’t turned out as she had expected when she had left her parents’ sides.