Posted on August 11, 2020 at 01:08:01 AM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. Her lips pursed as they reached the edge of the cool water of the creek. The liquid felt fine against her throat, and she drank for a good while. Tavas reveled in the quiet calm of the Ridge in the morning. She could still hear the distant calls of the ospreys overhead, and the chirp and hum of other woodland creatures all around her. Tied together with the constant rumble of the creek, well, the palomino mare found herself feeling at ease and rather content here. It was if it didn't matter at all that Bjorn was no longer here. She dreaded knowing that a clock was ticking, nevertheless. She couldn't stay here and hide out forever, not without committing to Faolain in a much more formal way. This was only temporary, she reminded herself now with the flick of her wavy blonde tail. Her jaws clenched momentarily as the remnants of drink dripped one by one from her damp whiskered muzzle back into the depths from which they came. The last place she wanted to go these days was Tinuvel. Tavas breathed a heavy sigh and pivoted away from the creek, her head low, as she searched the nearby offerings for breakfast. She'd only just parted her lips to tear at some green chutes when she heard the hooves of another on the cobbled roots of the trail ahead. One golden ear lobe flicked forward and then the other as her gold-flecked eyes trained onto the young pale stallion. He bowed his head to her in a very regal fashion which just tickled Tavas. She couldn't hide the amused smirk upon her lips as he halted just feet away. In a mutual sign of respect, the young mare dipped her own dished head briefly in greeting. She listened with interest as the stallion introduced himself. Again, that sense of amusement tugged at her when Ailill added that his title was "guardian" of the territory. Perhaps Faolain was more folksy than she originally realized. "Hello Ailill." She said softly. "You are indeed correct. My name is Tavas, and I am just a visitor in your home. Faolain generously granted me safe passage." Her nostrils flared as she arched her thin neck toward the stallion, offering a mutual exchange of shared breath. "I used to live here... not long ago." She offered. "But the friends I knew have since moved on."
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