Golden Plains
The haven of dandelions, roses, and daises, there would be no better description of Golden Plains than a touch of gold. It’s as if the fabled King Midas flew down, caressing every flower and leaf. The sun, also a bright gold high in the sky, rains down little drops of more gold, sprinkling it’s magic upon everything within this gemstone of a land.
This land is closed. It is no longer habitable.
life's just in vain
IP: 96.52.20.178
Posted on June 30, 2011 at 08:47:55 PM by emerald of hope
At least the winter was drawing to an end, for now there were two young foals at her side as she wandered the span of the territory in search of food. It was in this search that she saw the mare, the strange creature that crashed through the ice into the freezing water beneath. The newborn colt gave a squeak of surprise, and the blind filly jumped at the grating sound of cracking and splashing. Without another moment of hesitation, the mare pulled the foals closer to her sides with her wings and rushed them towards where the mare ducked into the foliage.
Eager and curious, as the broke into the sparse cover of the trees, the foals pulled away from their mother. As if a skilled panther, the blind yearling led the trek, following the scent of the unknown mare on the cold breeze, with her younger brother following close to her heels. The palomino mare trailed further behind, knocking the low-hanging tree branches out of her way with her horn. She heard her daughter's voice up ahead, "Are you alright?" Her younger brother sounded after her, playing the part of the vision that she did not have. "We saw the ice break!"
Finally, the mare caught up, settling in next to her children and giving the wet mare a polite nod. Once they had been introduced, Emerald would move closer to lend her the heat of her body in this unforgiving weather. Until then, she used her wings to hug her children close. "I second what my children, Melisande and Aljan, ask," she said, focusing her concerned gaze on the other mare - who was pregnant, alerting even more worry in her dark eyes. "I am Emerald. May I ask your own name, so I can help keep you and your baby warm?"
Emerald of Hope
cascading with my tears
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