05-01-2015, 12:37 PM
 Rogue thunderclouds race towards the Field. It’s late afternoon, and Talulah – along with her shadowing son – has not had a successful day of recruiting. They had talked and met with many horses but none who had suited the Dale. There were the sinister, creeping individuals who stayed hidden in the tree-line. There were some who slept openly in the sunlight, waking up at her voice only to turn her away with a grimace just as quickly. She felt sorry for many of the horses. Some seemed so lost. They looked at her with sad eyes; one even told her that he would only be a burden, as he had been his entire life. The grey mare resigns herself to ending another fruitless day in the Field. But just as the pair turns to leave, the heavens open up. Day turns into night as the swollen clouds let loose their load. Lightning crackles in great streaks in the distance, and Talulah decides to spend the night in the shelter of this place, rather than make the journey home. It’s too dark and stormy, an inverted reflection of her mood at the beginning of the day, but now a likeness that she is starting to resemble. She snorts irritably, calling Ramiel to park under the protection of a willow tree with her. The hours pass slowly. The rain eventually makes its way down past the woven limbs above them, and mother and son become drenched. It’s eerily quiet, save for the occasional thunderclap, and the black and gold colt soon drifts off to sleep. She watches over him, grateful for his stillness (for once, he isn’t running off on his own adventures). She sees his eyes darting under closed lids; she wonders what he dreams of. Does he imagine his future (is she in it, or does he move on, away from his family)? Is he the hero or the villain in his mind-stories? Talulah smiles contentedly, despite the current situation. She’s almost nodding off (but fighting it all the same) when she hears someone passing by. The mud sucks at their hooves, making the sound distinctly equine in source. She rouses Ramiel awake and they emerge into the gloom from their poor shelter. A lone black stallion blends almost seamlessly into the night. Talulah moves closer, a wary smile curving her lips. After all, he could have just returned from a long trek or he could just as easily mean to do harm, this late in the night. “Hello. I’m Talulah.” She blinks as the rain trails down her forelock, sticking it to her face. “Are you just coming back to Beqanna, or are you new here? Hell of a time to return, if so.” lady of the Dale |
