Scalped is thinking of Kitra, as her daughter slips alongside her growing and graceful. She is spotted like her father was, but there is one thing the medicine hat knows that her daughter doesn’t - Stoney inherited her mother’s immortality, she just doesn’t know it yet. She sighs; the girl will discover it in her own time, she supposes, best now to enjoy what time she has left with this one by her side since all the others are grown and gone. The medicine hat mare feels the girl rub her face against her shoulder, and all she can think of is black skin in the desert sun, shiny like the gold that accented her and it isn’t like Scalped to dream of another mare but there was something about Kitra…
She has not seen the black mare in a long time, and hopes that nothing has happened to her beyond the usual whims that come to them all. Her lips bend to tuck a stray piece of mane behind her daughter’s ear and in the distance, she spies the golden queen aloft in the skies. “Come Stoney,” she says, nudging the girl down the dune they occupy until the two fall into step together. “We’ve not been very friendly, sequestering ourselves away in the kingdom.” It is a fact that Scalped isn’t entirely sure she wants to amend, they’ve taken refuge here and the sands have served their purpose well but she and her get have done nothing for the kingdom itself but leeched off its kindness.
The medicine hat is an old mare though, immortal, but still old and she does things the way she does them and lately, she has done little more than raise a gathering of foals - some her own, and some not, hoping that one of them might do more than she has done and actually make something of themselves in the Deserts. Stoney seems to be the most promising of those since the girl has stayed the longest, the rest left as quickly as they dropped from her loins it seems like. The pair make the short trek across the sands towards the golden mare, joined by two others from what they both can see and one is a large hulking stallion that causes Stoney to tuck herself away on her mother’s opposite side in an attempt to hide. Scalped thinks it really is a pity her daughter is so sheltered.
“Yael,” she says with a nod to the only one she knows there. Her eyes take in the massive black stallion, deciding that there is something familiar about him and it must have something to do with Kitra, she surmises. To the unknown mare and him, she inclines her head in greeting and introduces herself as well as her daughter; “I am Scalped, and this one here is Stoney, my daughter.”
She has not seen the black mare in a long time, and hopes that nothing has happened to her beyond the usual whims that come to them all. Her lips bend to tuck a stray piece of mane behind her daughter’s ear and in the distance, she spies the golden queen aloft in the skies. “Come Stoney,” she says, nudging the girl down the dune they occupy until the two fall into step together. “We’ve not been very friendly, sequestering ourselves away in the kingdom.” It is a fact that Scalped isn’t entirely sure she wants to amend, they’ve taken refuge here and the sands have served their purpose well but she and her get have done nothing for the kingdom itself but leeched off its kindness.
The medicine hat is an old mare though, immortal, but still old and she does things the way she does them and lately, she has done little more than raise a gathering of foals - some her own, and some not, hoping that one of them might do more than she has done and actually make something of themselves in the Deserts. Stoney seems to be the most promising of those since the girl has stayed the longest, the rest left as quickly as they dropped from her loins it seems like. The pair make the short trek across the sands towards the golden mare, joined by two others from what they both can see and one is a large hulking stallion that causes Stoney to tuck herself away on her mother’s opposite side in an attempt to hide. Scalped thinks it really is a pity her daughter is so sheltered.
“Yael,” she says with a nod to the only one she knows there. Her eyes take in the massive black stallion, deciding that there is something familiar about him and it must have something to do with Kitra, she surmises. To the unknown mare and him, she inclines her head in greeting and introduces herself as well as her daughter; “I am Scalped, and this one here is Stoney, my daughter.”
ooc: it's poop but there ya go!
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