She’s heard the news.
It amuses her really - Pevensie had always been such a mild-mannered, passive mare during her time in the Jungle. The thought of her ruling over an entire kingdom seems a little funny. But at the same time, it makes sense. Pevensie is a motherly sort of mare - taking on ruling a kingdom would almost be an extension of that.
Either way, it’s time she dropped by for a visit. It’s been a long time since she last saw Pevenzie. Years in fact. Her shame at what had happened with Makaria has kept her away, but no longer. She had been a child then, and children do foolish things. It’s no reason to keep her children away from their grandmother.
Two of her children are with her today. Teslah, four years old now, walks at her side. She’s taller than Azlyn now, an inheritance from her thoroughbred father. She’s a pretty thing, but quiet. Not at all like how Azlyn had been at that age. As for the other child, well, Azlyn doesn’t know much about them yet! Her violet sides swell with the child that’s growing within.
They luckily reach the Deserts in the evening, when the hottest part of the day is long over and the sun is starting to slip below the horizon. Azlyn doesn’t bother with waiting at the border - she’s not a part of any kingdom at the moment and, as pregnant as she is, she bears no threat to anyone. No one should be offended by her lack of regard for tradition.
They walk until they reach a small oasis, and settle in to the shade of an acacia tree. Someone will no doubt be along to speak with them soon. Hopefully it’s Pevensie.
(OOC: I'll edit when I have html
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It amuses her really - Pevensie had always been such a mild-mannered, passive mare during her time in the Jungle. The thought of her ruling over an entire kingdom seems a little funny. But at the same time, it makes sense. Pevensie is a motherly sort of mare - taking on ruling a kingdom would almost be an extension of that.
Either way, it’s time she dropped by for a visit. It’s been a long time since she last saw Pevenzie. Years in fact. Her shame at what had happened with Makaria has kept her away, but no longer. She had been a child then, and children do foolish things. It’s no reason to keep her children away from their grandmother.
Two of her children are with her today. Teslah, four years old now, walks at her side. She’s taller than Azlyn now, an inheritance from her thoroughbred father. She’s a pretty thing, but quiet. Not at all like how Azlyn had been at that age. As for the other child, well, Azlyn doesn’t know much about them yet! Her violet sides swell with the child that’s growing within.
They luckily reach the Deserts in the evening, when the hottest part of the day is long over and the sun is starting to slip below the horizon. Azlyn doesn’t bother with waiting at the border - she’s not a part of any kingdom at the moment and, as pregnant as she is, she bears no threat to anyone. No one should be offended by her lack of regard for tradition.
They walk until they reach a small oasis, and settle in to the shade of an acacia tree. Someone will no doubt be along to speak with them soon. Hopefully it’s Pevensie.
(OOC: I'll edit when I have html
)