Raelle finds peace in her mother’s loving touch - something that has eluded her since she first left the Chamber of Evil to prove her mettle. How dreadfully wrong her predictions of the world were. How dearly did she miss the quiet reassurances of her mother she received as a babe. Now, with her right side lined with jagged scars and her face much older than her actual age, she returns to the comforts of her mother.
“Oh, Raelle,” Wrenn speaks softly, like the cool breeze that rises up from the river. “The world will never be kind.” The black paint mare brushes the unruly hair from her daughter’s face. “That is why you were made so strong.” Black lips smile gently, lovingly.
The pair venture near the water’s edge where salted sea meets the river. With hooves sunk into to the delta mud they gaze into the endless horizon where sky and wave meld together. For the first time in a long time, Raelle breathes freely….
But the moment is fleeting.
ooc: @[Maugrim] go ahead and murder away. Wrenn is a black and white gypsy vanner. Raelle is bay and white. I'd like Raelle to live, but she doesn't have to escape unscathed. Power play is permitted. >
“Oh, Raelle,” Wrenn speaks softly, like the cool breeze that rises up from the river. “The world will never be kind.” The black paint mare brushes the unruly hair from her daughter’s face. “That is why you were made so strong.” Black lips smile gently, lovingly.
The pair venture near the water’s edge where salted sea meets the river. With hooves sunk into to the delta mud they gaze into the endless horizon where sky and wave meld together. For the first time in a long time, Raelle breathes freely….
But the moment is fleeting.
ooc: @[Maugrim] go ahead and murder away. Wrenn is a black and white gypsy vanner. Raelle is bay and white. I'd like Raelle to live, but she doesn't have to escape unscathed. Power play is permitted. >