Adelheid’s attention trained on an approaching figure. Colorful and lovely as she was, the sight of her stirred a memory of a time long past. As she drew closer, Adelheid continued her movements. The other mare seemed able-bodied enough and the black was determined to recommit her home to her memories with or without company. This bend in the creek, it had been where her mother had let them play and where her sister had lost herself in the clouds. She snorted to herself when at last Oswin came into her presence. Dark ears trained on the gold and white mare with curiosity before flipping back against her skull. Tell-tale blues narrowed and a scowl flickered across her pale lips. There was a memory of this female. Years ago they had gathered in the grasses of the prairie. Both women had been young then, but as a shadow Adelheid had watched and remembered though she was once again forgotten and unseen.
Oswin, daughter of Dock and Valentine. We’ve met. Her voice was dry and whiplike, giving a clear idea to the speed of her temper. She was not so rude to ignore the other mare, but that did not stop her from continuing her path, though she changed her step to silently invite Owsin to walk with her. At least she hoped the invitation was clear. She had never encouraged company before. I grew up here. I am one of Inka’s daughters. Maybe the continuing of conversation was enough to show she was not ignoring the other’s presence. Once more, Adelheid’s ears flicked back in self-annoyance before training partially on Owsin and partially on the stoney paths they traveled. She opened her mouth to try her hoof at ‘small talk’ but stopped when something else caught her eyes. An all too familiar dark form laid oddly on the ground some distance from them.
It was truthfully a sight that caused concern to hit her chest. She snorted once and picked up her feet to a swift trot, not caring at all if Oswin followed her or not at this point. As she drew closer, her first fears were confirmed when her eyes fell on her older sister. Velvet nostrils flared, trying to release the tension in her body. The well-being of her siblings had, truthfully, always been a weight on her mind. Another deep breath of air, she cooled herself and tried to adopt a kinder expression. Jetta? She asked softly. It was a simple test to see where and how her sister was fairing in the moment. Did she know who she was? Did she know where she was? Or who they were? Adelheid’s gaze stayed fixed to Jetta, attempting to take in every detail and assess what needed to be done.
Adelheid
Mare : Friesian Mutt : Black Splash : Inka&Valentine |