04-07-2015, 02:29 PM
 In a blink, everything changes. Before, she was a wide-eyed child with great enthusiasm for the world, but little understanding of it. Before, she was forced to learn on her own, a difficult task growing up both motherless and fatherless. She discovered loyalty and loss, anger and angst. She found passion and purpose; love was a new and rare blossom, even under layers of flesh and metal. She had lived a full life, or at least she thought she had. But that was before - before her swollen belly flattened again, and she met the cause of many uncomfortable months. The pair set off in the pre-dawn black. The black colt at her side is perhaps too young for a trip to the Field, but as a new and fretful mother, Talulah doesn’t realize her mistake. She thought about leaving him with Elysteria and her child, but despite the slow pace they are forced to keep, she is glad he is gaining the experience. Her own experiences outside of the Dale had been sorely lacking before her first birthday (and then, the Chamber had kept imprisoned for a year of no experience whatsoever) and it was important that Ramiel knew of the world outside the mountain kingdom. Even if she selfishly hoped he never left its borders. His bottlebrush tail wags excitedly when they leave home, but by the time they reach the lush field, it is decidedly less animated. Talulah decides to stop and allow him to rest. But just as she’s pulling him to her side, her amber eyes catch sight of the charred earth. Tiberios, she thinks. Quickly, the metal-mare makes her way over with her son in tow. It’s not the sabino that she’s hoping to see when she arrives, hooves planted at the edge of the crisped grass, but it’s a familiar face nonetheless. Lyric? The girl is larger and darker, but those spots are hard to miss. Another mare asks if she is alright, and though she looks unhurt to Talulah, the Dalean waits for her answer before adding, “Was this from you or someone else?” It’s difficult to mask the hope in her voice when she says it, and she clears her throat before turning to the other grey, including both of them in her introduction. “I’m Talulah.” She steps forward, gingerly at first, before she realizes that the ground holds no heat. She nudges the colt gently. “I’m Ramiel.” He nods politely, as mother has taught him to do. The strange smell in the air unnerves him, however, and he sidles closer to the familiar, cold side of his dam. lady of the Dale |
