And echoed in the wells, of Silence
I raise my head when my dam runs a whiskered nose across my flank. She smiles kindly at me, though I know I deserve less. I had been harsh with her, with the children that day. The raid had struck a fear in me that I did not know I possessed. I was afraid for my family, for their safety.
She seems to have forgotten. I can not thank her enough for her patience, for her unwavering love. She gestures towards the meeting, and I see others making their way there. I give her a simple nod, but still I wait for her to gather my siblings.
We cross the frosted meadows in a group, a small herd in appearance of my Mother's own making. Sometimes it is a burden to have such a large family, then again sometimes it is nice too. My eyes wander freely, taking in what I can of the day on appearance alone. At first I was upset with the loss of my hearing, as much as I knew that it would eventually leave me. It isn't so bad now though, my youngest brother shares this attribute with me. At least he had nothing to miss, that was a gift I wish I too shared.
I find a spot among the others, Guthrie slides past me, an eagerness to listen even though he talks little. Romilly had once told me it is because he has nothing to share, nothing we Down dwellers would understand. I am bothered less by this since loosing my sense of sound, it mattered little how much anyone spoke.
It is luck that I am tall, I do not have to find a place in front to watch the King's lips. I can see them just fine from where I stand, along with the backs of many of the horses here.
Tioga
Tioga here as well, though I don't know how often I will get around to posting her. If no one minds can you stick her in the war caste please?
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