Arris "-and in the dirt she lay, her dress torn asunder, her face a mask of courage and strength." Some few hours had passed after Arris had left her companion sleeping in the comfort of a small thicket with her tiny child. Wandering across the ridges of the mountain as she did every misty morning, the painted mare had begun to become well acquainted with the place that would be her home for as long as she willed it.
Long ago, when she had watched the blurred and distant figure of her father plummeting off the cliff in the cove, she had decided that she would never become a mother and a lover. Growing a family was only destined to create pain that she could do better without, and she had deduced that Iolar had to be a million times stronger than herself to still be the loving mother and caregiver to the child of the monster that she had once, perhaps, loved. Of course, the blue and white mottled mare would never voice her appreciation for the mare, and did her best to be the second mother to the child when the silver mare was a little less than attentive at some times.
Otherwise, she imagined that she would never have her own child.
Wandering through the thinning trees that clung to the side of the mountain, there was a clear call that cut through the air, breaking through the mist that was still settled against the lower points of the mountain, slowly receding as it found it's way into the valley below. Turning towards the sound, Arris moves easily, dropping her head to snap occasionally at some grass to whet her appetite. The eating here was good, but the food was not as plentiful as back in the savanna. Sometimes she wonders if she had made the right choice to bring the heavily pregnant mare with her, but today she is not going to dwell on the thought. Instead, she makes her way through the trees, finding the flat opening that she had stumbled across earlier in the day, and in it three bodies of horses in the distance.
Naturally, Arris is somewhat careful of group meetings since her last experience with them, and approaches cautiously. Letting her hooves drag over the thick grass on the ground, she holds her head stooped, her mouth hanging somewhere near her knees and her pale shoulders and hips standing out against the greenery. Once she is closer to the three, she notices that they are all familiar faces and lifts up her head, seeing the mare that she had travelled here with accompanied by little Beanna and the General that she had only met earlier this morning. It appeared as though figures of authority were busy in these parts.
Once she was close enough to the group, she greets Iolar first, bumping her pale nose against the mare's shoulder and making a small noise in the direction of the filly before turning to Anath. Watching the mare with pale eyes, she blinks before greeting her. “Hello again, Anath.” |