01-15-2018, 01:44 PM
The woods were quiet. It was not a bad thing, the quiet, though Sabra dreamed of the day when laughter echoed from the trees to mingle with the constant birdsong. She had grown used to the cacophony of parrots during her time in Ischia, had come to enjoy it, even. The cheerful whistling of finches and larks were a different kind of music, but one that spoke of home to the jewel toned woman. She had been born in a wood not dissimilar to this one, though the forest of her past had not held on to its autumn plumage year round.
Her woods were empty, or nearly so. A strange gift this had been. Her mother had groomed her from birth to be a leader, with no reason to believe it would ever come to anything. Just so, should the opportunity arise, her daughter would be ready. Perhaps this has gone to the pale lady's head. Ischia had been a bad move, for a number of reasons. In trying to escape from her missteps, she had come here. And with that escape had come her freedom.
This was her home and her queendom now, and she sought to be familiar with it. In the first days she had flown over the land, acquainting herself with its lay. Now she grew too heavy with the life burgeoning within her to leave the ground, and so she walked instead. Her wanderings had yet to bring her into the presence of others, and so it was a bit of a shock when today offered something new.
Through knarled walnut and thick beech trunks she saw her, wide eyed and alone. A girl, quite young, looking as though she was not quite certain how she had come to be in this place of burnished trees. Her quiet words carried to the winged lady, creating a smile on her delicate pink lips. "It is beautiful, and it stays like this year round, if you can believe it. My name is Sabra, what's yours?" She asked while emerging from the woods to face the girl.
The jeweled colors that had been emerging from her coat since her child's conception were now more predominant than her native tones. Flame like reds and oranges shimmered along the length of her mane and tail, a reflection of the autumnal tones that surrounded them. That change, as much as anything, made her feel that for once, she was in the right place in the right time. With her newfound regency, perhaps she could help this lone girl find her right place as well.
Her woods were empty, or nearly so. A strange gift this had been. Her mother had groomed her from birth to be a leader, with no reason to believe it would ever come to anything. Just so, should the opportunity arise, her daughter would be ready. Perhaps this has gone to the pale lady's head. Ischia had been a bad move, for a number of reasons. In trying to escape from her missteps, she had come here. And with that escape had come her freedom.
This was her home and her queendom now, and she sought to be familiar with it. In the first days she had flown over the land, acquainting herself with its lay. Now she grew too heavy with the life burgeoning within her to leave the ground, and so she walked instead. Her wanderings had yet to bring her into the presence of others, and so it was a bit of a shock when today offered something new.
Through knarled walnut and thick beech trunks she saw her, wide eyed and alone. A girl, quite young, looking as though she was not quite certain how she had come to be in this place of burnished trees. Her quiet words carried to the winged lady, creating a smile on her delicate pink lips. "It is beautiful, and it stays like this year round, if you can believe it. My name is Sabra, what's yours?" She asked while emerging from the woods to face the girl.
The jeweled colors that had been emerging from her coat since her child's conception were now more predominant than her native tones. Flame like reds and oranges shimmered along the length of her mane and tail, a reflection of the autumnal tones that surrounded them. That change, as much as anything, made her feel that for once, she was in the right place in the right time. With her newfound regency, perhaps she could help this lone girl find her right place as well.