The Valley
Between the Meadow and the Field is the third of Beqanna’s Common Grounds. A rolling valley is bisected by a broad and shallow river. The grass is thick and lush, and this is a good place for a stallion to live with his family if he does not yet have a herd land.
Give me silver, blue, and gold
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Posted on May 26, 2009 at 10:14:46 PM by Sorcery
The world is still spinning around him, even with the teleportation spell that had caught ahold of him along with everyone else who fit the requirements now long gone. Here the bay colt walks, alongside a mare whom he'd never seen before today. Sorcery isn't quite sure what to make of her. His mother knew and trusted Caspia, but he's not yet sharing in either opinion himself. But, she seemed nice, and had made a promise to his mother that she would keep him safe from the invaders and the violence they had brought with them. So, the snake-eyed colt maintains his position next to his temporary guardian. After all, were she to suddenly attempt anything, he could easily run away. She was pregnant, and would not find it so easy to catch him. But that's only a last resort option. As he had already indicated, this mare is a friend to his mother and unlikely to pose a threat to himself. He doesn't mean to be harsh to her in his thoughts. It was only that his "inner circle" was quite tiny, and in addition, everything that had happened in the past few days, as things went from bad to worse for their kingdom, had left the colt afraid and trying to cover his fear in any way that he could. Trying to express his gratitude to Caspia for helping him to escape the embattled Gates, he rubs his muzzle against her leg. Turning slightly, he looks around at all the gathered horses. They were Neutrals, or so they said, but the distinction doesn't mean much to the child. They were refugees like he and 'pia were, horses unable to otherwise protect themselves, and he feels a sort of kinship with them for it. Stepping forward a bit, he tries to smile in the group's direction. "Hello. " A soft whicker escapes Sorcery as he worries about his mother, now so far away. Would she be safe? With every fiber of his small body, he hopes so.
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