08-08-2018, 09:16 AM
The evening air was thick as the shield of night embraced them. Faraway a nightingale heralded the descent into darkness and Nymf shuddered at the spookiness of it. All around her time seemed to slow and she realized that it was later than she could have expected. Even the river seemed to move with an increased laziness, the sound of it almost soothing. Leaving behind a star littered sky, the sun slept bringing with it a cooling breeze. Upon weakened limbs, she stood protectively over the newborn filly. Sky blue, the filly would almost match the summer sky itself. White tufts of color broke apart the perfection of her soft hue and the ivory of her mane and tail contained the copper found I'm Nymf's own complexion. Soft and lithe the filly was built for beauty. Innocent brown eyes watched the adults with a curiosity as she hobbled around on unsteady limbs.
Nymf's own limbs seemed inspired by her daughter's perserverence and she felt her strength slowly returning to her. The sound of Ilma's voice broke the silence and the cremello mare turned towards her. She flushed at the embarrassment of having not introduced herself properly. Taking a steady step forward she waited patiently for her child to draw near. Clumisly the filly set off in search of milk, the effort nearly toppling her completely. Smiling, Nymf gently guided the foal towards her objective and the foal instantly began to nurse. Nymf grinned victoriously, elation coursing through her.
"I do apologize," she chuckled, her giddiness infecting her to her very core. "My name is Nymf, it is a pleasure to make your aquaintance. Words cannot even begin to describe my gratefulness towards you. Without you I do not think I could have done this."
Glancing at the blue framed filly her smile wavered as fresh emotion gathered in her throat. A name presented itself, one that she would have named her son had he been born female. It seemed appropriate that it would find a new meaning, purpose and life.
"I think I will call her, Faellyn," she said, the name fell past her like a breath held too long.
Tentatively she met Ilma's gaze, her giddiness fading with the realization that there was still much to be done. Her mind shifted towards Svedka and everything she had been so sure of became shrouded by a thick haze. It was obvious that she could not return to Nerine as she had previously planned. Absently, she felt her gaze turn towards the mountain ranges just barely visible above the canopy of trees. Heavy hearted and filled with worry she realized what needed to be done. Faellyn deserved to know her father and he had a right to know of and be a part of her life. As anticipation once again bubbled up within her she realized that she had to face him.
Nymf's own limbs seemed inspired by her daughter's perserverence and she felt her strength slowly returning to her. The sound of Ilma's voice broke the silence and the cremello mare turned towards her. She flushed at the embarrassment of having not introduced herself properly. Taking a steady step forward she waited patiently for her child to draw near. Clumisly the filly set off in search of milk, the effort nearly toppling her completely. Smiling, Nymf gently guided the foal towards her objective and the foal instantly began to nurse. Nymf grinned victoriously, elation coursing through her.
"I do apologize," she chuckled, her giddiness infecting her to her very core. "My name is Nymf, it is a pleasure to make your aquaintance. Words cannot even begin to describe my gratefulness towards you. Without you I do not think I could have done this."
Glancing at the blue framed filly her smile wavered as fresh emotion gathered in her throat. A name presented itself, one that she would have named her son had he been born female. It seemed appropriate that it would find a new meaning, purpose and life.
"I think I will call her, Faellyn," she said, the name fell past her like a breath held too long.
Tentatively she met Ilma's gaze, her giddiness fading with the realization that there was still much to be done. Her mind shifted towards Svedka and everything she had been so sure of became shrouded by a thick haze. It was obvious that she could not return to Nerine as she had previously planned. Absently, she felt her gaze turn towards the mountain ranges just barely visible above the canopy of trees. Heavy hearted and filled with worry she realized what needed to be done. Faellyn deserved to know her father and he had a right to know of and be a part of her life. As anticipation once again bubbled up within her she realized that she had to face him.
Nymf
I Have No Tears Left To Cry
@[Ilma] for timeline sake we can just say that they discuss svedka as being the father and Ilma agrees to escort them to Hyaline? I'll get a starter up there asap.
