04-06-2015, 12:39 PM
It seemed feasible that Sakari would at least come and see for herself the wonder of her homeland. Having already decided this (who really needs confirmation?), Pevensie gestured for her to follow. "I won't hold you to anything, it will hurt nobody to come and look. It is, after all, a very nice place. There are certainly worse places in Beqanna to visit," she started, swishing her tail and heading back across the open grassland, sure that Sakari would be following. If they left now and set off at a good pace, they might get there by dawn. Perhaps the Deserts would have more faith in her now, knowing that she actively sought to bring more horses into the fold, was willing to dedicate the time to expanding their homeland.
As she glances at Sakari, she just knows the young girl will fit right in. She seems kind of heart, but young and interested too. That is exactly what the Deserts needs, horses that are curious, have fantasies and ideas. They already have enough old, worn faces such as herself. Yes, she might hold the stature and grace of a four year old, but Pevensie is verging on fifty-two this year. Immortality has it's advances, but it cannot keep the mind youthful in the same fashion as the body. Sakari is full of hopes that she may realise, futures which she can seek, but Pevensie has already lived enough futures to know any better. As she looks at her young counterpart, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to trade places, to know that you only have one life left to lead.
"If you don't like it, I'll escort you back here myself. However, either way, I hope that I may visit you where ever you end up, that we two may become friends," she grins eagerly, for not for a moment does she think that the Deserts would fail to impress (not that she'd let on either way).
As she glances at Sakari, she just knows the young girl will fit right in. She seems kind of heart, but young and interested too. That is exactly what the Deserts needs, horses that are curious, have fantasies and ideas. They already have enough old, worn faces such as herself. Yes, she might hold the stature and grace of a four year old, but Pevensie is verging on fifty-two this year. Immortality has it's advances, but it cannot keep the mind youthful in the same fashion as the body. Sakari is full of hopes that she may realise, futures which she can seek, but Pevensie has already lived enough futures to know any better. As she looks at her young counterpart, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to trade places, to know that you only have one life left to lead.
"If you don't like it, I'll escort you back here myself. However, either way, I hope that I may visit you where ever you end up, that we two may become friends," she grins eagerly, for not for a moment does she think that the Deserts would fail to impress (not that she'd let on either way).