a l o r a
mare of the ridge with the dragon; daughter of kayode & kafele; mother of isoke
It could be hours or minutes; there's no way for Alora to know as she lingers in the peaceful emptiness. But eventually she feels her eyes open and adjust to the grey light of the late afternoon. Her cheek is still pressed against the grass, her body still leaning against the tree in exactly the same position she had lain down. Her breathing is slow and even; her body is mercifully free of pain. She is still tired, so very tired, but she has staved off the worst of the exhaustion at least, and the world feels closer, more real: less like a dream.
Soon she notices the comforting presence of The Dragon standing beside her, his head hanging as though he is sleeping or - her heart skips a beat - grieving. How loyal he is. A sad smile curves her lips, and her blue-green eyes prick with tears as she struggles into an upright position with her legs folded neatly beneath her. "Hi," she whispers into the humid air, and pricks her curved Marwari ears forward as she gazes up at him, waiting for him to notice that she is still alive.
seven; bay overo; mustang; 15.1hh; by shiva