06-09-2017, 09:27 PM
Despite how much Siba cared for her dam, even the younger mare needed alone time on occasion. Still on the lookout for a potential home after Nymphetamine's departure from the meadow, the two mares had developed an incredibly close bond. But Siba had also inherited certain traits from her friends back in the Falls kingdom during her time as a filly.
And that was whenever she needed her own space, she took the chance. Of course, she'd bid Nitika farewell for the time being and let her know when she'd be back at some point, but as soon as she was from her dam's side, the filly had the time of her life. She absolutely loved being on her own, not that she would ever admit it to Nitika at the current time. Not when the older mare needed the support of her daughter.
Siba didn't give Nitika an exact time of when she'd be back, because even the filly didn't know this time. She just wanted to get out there and explore, see what she could do with her time today in order to provide entertainment. Siba at first wandered aimlessly, not really picking any particular place to go. It was only when she saw the vast expanse of the Meadow in the distance did she decide she'd go there, having not been there since her sire returned to the Tephra.
Siba followed one of the creeks that flowed from the outer edges of the Forest into the Meadow, her eyes both lighting up with excitement even though one of them was covered by a milky white haze. A couple of fish leaped out of the river as they swam downstream, providing the mare with a sense she hadn't felt since foal hood. Since before the Reckoning and everything went downhill...
The paint mare shook her head and started following the creek upstream. On occasion, she'd stop for a drink or graze on the tidbits of grass growing by the banks, at first ignoring the lush meadow grass spread out before her. At one point, where the creek started getting deeper, Siba moved toward it and stepped in until the water reached the top of her pasterns. The cool water around her limbs soothed the tired mare, providing even more relief from the hot day when she took a drink.
She wondered if this would work considering the creek wasn't all that deep yet... the mare, with her muzzle still wet, tucked her head in, wetting down the junction of her shoulders and breastbone, pleased when it cooled off the sweat that had accumulated there from her long walk. She did the same to her shoulders to try and cool herself down in general before lowering her head to the point that just the tips of her mane reached the water. When she lifted her head back up, the icy cool liquid made the strands of her mane cling to her neck, drawing a pleased sigh from the mare.
It wasn't much, but it cooled her off enough for now. Stepping away from the creek, Siba moved toward the meadow grass, trying her best to avoid giggling as the tall blades tickled the underside of her barrel. Along the way, as she walked, Siba passed a couple of horses, some heading in the direction of the creek, others to get to the shade provided by the small outcrops of trees here and there.
Siba would absentmindedly graze as she wandered through the meadow, and then looked up to the sky when she heard the caws of a bird passing overhead. It was covered in dark feathers, and though the two birds looked similar, Siba guessed it was a raven since it was traveling alone until its partner swooped by to catch up. The mare watched them both for a moment, suddenly wondering what it would be like to be in their position.
To stay a horse, but have the wings of a bird, like a number of Beqanna's residents had. She wondered how it must feel, to be up there, feeling nothing but freedom and not having any ties back to the earth...
When Siba put her head back down, she saw something she didn't expect. At first, it appeared that the tree was moving a little by itself, but upon closer inspection, she could see the silhouette of a horse underneath. She had to admit, it was a rather brilliant idea if you were alone and had an itch you couldn't get yourself. But still, she had to go see this with her own eye.
Making her way to inspect the tree, passing a few more horses as she want, the mare smiled a little when she saw that, indeed, it was a horse that had been shaking the tree. She walked up quietly, her hooves barely making any noise over the grass, her soft voice carrying the words through the wind and to the stallion.
"I must admit, its a rather bright idea you have, using the tree," she commented, the beginning of a smile appearing on her face. "But it still seems like the tree is doing most of the work here; why don't you try standing a little so the branch can really scratch you?"
And that was whenever she needed her own space, she took the chance. Of course, she'd bid Nitika farewell for the time being and let her know when she'd be back at some point, but as soon as she was from her dam's side, the filly had the time of her life. She absolutely loved being on her own, not that she would ever admit it to Nitika at the current time. Not when the older mare needed the support of her daughter.
Siba didn't give Nitika an exact time of when she'd be back, because even the filly didn't know this time. She just wanted to get out there and explore, see what she could do with her time today in order to provide entertainment. Siba at first wandered aimlessly, not really picking any particular place to go. It was only when she saw the vast expanse of the Meadow in the distance did she decide she'd go there, having not been there since her sire returned to the Tephra.
Siba followed one of the creeks that flowed from the outer edges of the Forest into the Meadow, her eyes both lighting up with excitement even though one of them was covered by a milky white haze. A couple of fish leaped out of the river as they swam downstream, providing the mare with a sense she hadn't felt since foal hood. Since before the Reckoning and everything went downhill...
The paint mare shook her head and started following the creek upstream. On occasion, she'd stop for a drink or graze on the tidbits of grass growing by the banks, at first ignoring the lush meadow grass spread out before her. At one point, where the creek started getting deeper, Siba moved toward it and stepped in until the water reached the top of her pasterns. The cool water around her limbs soothed the tired mare, providing even more relief from the hot day when she took a drink.
She wondered if this would work considering the creek wasn't all that deep yet... the mare, with her muzzle still wet, tucked her head in, wetting down the junction of her shoulders and breastbone, pleased when it cooled off the sweat that had accumulated there from her long walk. She did the same to her shoulders to try and cool herself down in general before lowering her head to the point that just the tips of her mane reached the water. When she lifted her head back up, the icy cool liquid made the strands of her mane cling to her neck, drawing a pleased sigh from the mare.
It wasn't much, but it cooled her off enough for now. Stepping away from the creek, Siba moved toward the meadow grass, trying her best to avoid giggling as the tall blades tickled the underside of her barrel. Along the way, as she walked, Siba passed a couple of horses, some heading in the direction of the creek, others to get to the shade provided by the small outcrops of trees here and there.
Siba would absentmindedly graze as she wandered through the meadow, and then looked up to the sky when she heard the caws of a bird passing overhead. It was covered in dark feathers, and though the two birds looked similar, Siba guessed it was a raven since it was traveling alone until its partner swooped by to catch up. The mare watched them both for a moment, suddenly wondering what it would be like to be in their position.
To stay a horse, but have the wings of a bird, like a number of Beqanna's residents had. She wondered how it must feel, to be up there, feeling nothing but freedom and not having any ties back to the earth...
When Siba put her head back down, she saw something she didn't expect. At first, it appeared that the tree was moving a little by itself, but upon closer inspection, she could see the silhouette of a horse underneath. She had to admit, it was a rather brilliant idea if you were alone and had an itch you couldn't get yourself. But still, she had to go see this with her own eye.
Making her way to inspect the tree, passing a few more horses as she want, the mare smiled a little when she saw that, indeed, it was a horse that had been shaking the tree. She walked up quietly, her hooves barely making any noise over the grass, her soft voice carrying the words through the wind and to the stallion.
"I must admit, its a rather bright idea you have, using the tree," she commented, the beginning of a smile appearing on her face. "But it still seems like the tree is doing most of the work here; why don't you try standing a little so the branch can really scratch you?"