04-11-2019, 02:17 PM
Niphredil looks down to her reflection as she wades, listening to Ilma's offerings. The reflection in the ripples looks fatigued and empty--but as she looks deeper she sees light within herself much like the single bright marking on her forehead. The Silver Cove. I do like the water. And it's safe from the illness she mentioned. She turns to the mare and nickers, bowing her head giving a gentle toss to her mane.
"Your cove seems to be a place I'd like to be. Thank you."
The filly eagerly wades out from the water. She is bursting with excitement for the first time since she can remember...which, admittedly, has not been long. However she may be an asset to the cove or the other horses that dwell in the cove, she is ready to begin. She is anxious for what magic lies ahead. She cannot imagine any returned memories tearing her from such a seemingly prosperous future.
"And let me know how I may be an asset to your herd. I know I have much to learn from you and the others at the cove."
At last, her uncertainty begins to fade.
"Your cove seems to be a place I'd like to be. Thank you."
The filly eagerly wades out from the water. She is bursting with excitement for the first time since she can remember...which, admittedly, has not been long. However she may be an asset to the cove or the other horses that dwell in the cove, she is ready to begin. She is anxious for what magic lies ahead. She cannot imagine any returned memories tearing her from such a seemingly prosperous future.
"And let me know how I may be an asset to your herd. I know I have much to learn from you and the others at the cove."
At last, her uncertainty begins to fade.