09-03-2016, 01:58 AM
Siba didn't really know why it had happened, or how, only that everything was completely different. The filly had been scouring the mountain top for some time now, on the lookout for her dam, Nitika, or her sire, Nymphetamine. It was possible she would only be looking for one, given if the circumstances had been different, but in this case, not only had the lands changed with caused Siba to worry for her parents, but that Nitika had been visiting in the Chamber when the changes started happening.
It was all so fast; the land quaked, and she spotted her dam and sire trying to help a couple of the other horses who were starting to panic from the changes Beqanna was experiencing. Whether the horses headed deeper into the Chamber, or out to the border in the hopes they could escape the shaking, it did not matter. As Siba looked around, seeing a number of horses, including a few she recognized from the Chamber, it clicked within her mind.
Every horse in Beqanna had found his/her way here, or possibly down in that meadow she had spotted. She wondered if perhaps her dam or sire were down there, but then again, she hadn't finished searching the mountain yet. She wanted to be thorough, make sure she wasn't missing anything before she headed down.
So she turned around and kept looking, sighing quietly every time she thought she spotted her parents, but didn't. Then, a stroke of luck; a familiar blood bay form came into view, a horse whose base coat matched the paint spots on hers.
Siba started galloping up, relieved when she realized it was the same horse she'd thought it was. She called out to him, both panic and relief in her voice, "Dad!"
It was all so fast; the land quaked, and she spotted her dam and sire trying to help a couple of the other horses who were starting to panic from the changes Beqanna was experiencing. Whether the horses headed deeper into the Chamber, or out to the border in the hopes they could escape the shaking, it did not matter. As Siba looked around, seeing a number of horses, including a few she recognized from the Chamber, it clicked within her mind.
Every horse in Beqanna had found his/her way here, or possibly down in that meadow she had spotted. She wondered if perhaps her dam or sire were down there, but then again, she hadn't finished searching the mountain yet. She wanted to be thorough, make sure she wasn't missing anything before she headed down.
So she turned around and kept looking, sighing quietly every time she thought she spotted her parents, but didn't. Then, a stroke of luck; a familiar blood bay form came into view, a horse whose base coat matched the paint spots on hers.
Siba started galloping up, relieved when she realized it was the same horse she'd thought it was. She called out to him, both panic and relief in her voice, "Dad!"