that's all there is
The thought of showing her home off to an appreciative audience is not a stressful one. She turns slightly, keeping her wings folded across her side so they can walk together, her posture inviting Ilma to join her. Keeping her pace reasonable for talking, the little roan mare sets off across the wide meadow, the flowers blooming around them and trailing behind, to last until the dead of night overwhelms them with cold. Her path is intended to take them to the tallest hill; not by any means more than a hill, but it’s the best vantage point to take a look at the whole territory. “Most of our home is just the flower fields,” she offers, trailing her nose in the tallest of the winter-hardy grass around her legs. “This isn’t the best time of year to enjoy them, you’ll have to come back to visit again,” a quick, shy smile before she looks forward again. They pass under the wide, low boughs of an evergreen tree and she touches that too, the lichen growing in the shade of its sheltering embrace greening under her caress.
“I never had a home before I came here,” she offers as they crest the little hill and look across the rolling field, cut by a clear running stream and dotted with shelter trees. “But it still feels like a dreamland to me.” Looking across her home motion to one side draws her eye to the form of her daughter, chasing invisible quarry across the field, and she can’t help but smile again, nickering a little to see if Noma will change direction and come to join them. In the meantime, she looks to the other mare. “Where are you from?” She isn’t sure she’ll know if Ilma says, having never lived outside of her Pampas and having traveled very little outside of Loess and the Pampas, but a conversation between friends involves exchange of information.
noah
@[Ilma] this is SO late but hey...it’s winter again....? :| sorry