Posted on July 29, 2023 at 02:34:02 AM by Idoneth
From her place in the trees, the mare had spied him first. The tall, draft-like stallion had come through by way of pathways unfamiliar to herself, a little quieter than perhaps she had anticipated. However, he knew the lay of this land, and Idoneth most certainly did not. Her dark ears twist forward and back as the sooty mare deliberated coming out of the dense treeline.
She hadn't meant to come into his territory. In truth, she'd been looking for her daughter, Évike. It had been a few seasons since they had seen each other last, but the younger mare had been unexpectedly excited about a prospect for her future. If the chestnut remembered correctly, his name had been Bardoul. And, if she guessed correctly, there might yet be a child between the newly attached couple.
Idoneth had wanted that more than anything for the girl. After they'd been separated from Évike's father, the pair had wandered for a few years before settling with a herd. That was where her only child truly grew into herself and had fallen in love. Then, in a flash, it was all gone. The boy died, and Évike crumbled. The chestnut's heart broke over and over for her daughter, for the life that now would never be. Idoneth had wanted anything but heartbreak and sorrow for Évike as any mother would.
The draft mare took a steadying breath before forging her own way out of the trees. It wasn't a pretty sight to be sure. She had to duck her head this way and that, liking losing some strands of her dark mane on the dense, low-reaching branches. In this ghastly humidity, Idoneth had the bizarre wish that it would take all of her mane. If only it wasn't clinging to her sweat-soaked coat. Bah, it was maddening! She'd never experienced such a thing! The dark-colored mare, free of the foliage now, looked to the stallion, who was likely aware of her by now. She didn't know if this was the stallion her daughter had chosen, or if this was even the right territory they'd gone to, but she had to find out.
"I'm so sorry to intrude, but can you tell me where I am? I'm afraid I don't know this island very well." A friendly albeit awkward laugh softly passed her pale lips. Was this the sort of thing that happened a lot? Something Idoneth hadn't considered until now, however, was the idea that he might keep her here instead of allowing her to continue on her way to her daughter. Fear lingered at the base of her spine, creeping upward slowly. She would have to hope, pray really, that he wasn't that sort.
She hadn't meant to come into his territory. In truth, she'd been looking for her daughter, Évike. It had been a few seasons since they had seen each other last, but the younger mare had been unexpectedly excited about a prospect for her future. If the chestnut remembered correctly, his name had been Bardoul. And, if she guessed correctly, there might yet be a child between the newly attached couple.
Idoneth had wanted that more than anything for the girl. After they'd been separated from Évike's father, the pair had wandered for a few years before settling with a herd. That was where her only child truly grew into herself and had fallen in love. Then, in a flash, it was all gone. The boy died, and Évike crumbled. The chestnut's heart broke over and over for her daughter, for the life that now would never be. Idoneth had wanted anything but heartbreak and sorrow for Évike as any mother would.
The draft mare took a steadying breath before forging her own way out of the trees. It wasn't a pretty sight to be sure. She had to duck her head this way and that, liking losing some strands of her dark mane on the dense, low-reaching branches. In this ghastly humidity, Idoneth had the bizarre wish that it would take all of her mane. If only it wasn't clinging to her sweat-soaked coat. Bah, it was maddening! She'd never experienced such a thing! The dark-colored mare, free of the foliage now, looked to the stallion, who was likely aware of her by now. She didn't know if this was the stallion her daughter had chosen, or if this was even the right territory they'd gone to, but she had to find out.
"I'm so sorry to intrude, but can you tell me where I am? I'm afraid I don't know this island very well." A friendly albeit awkward laugh softly passed her pale lips. Was this the sort of thing that happened a lot? Something Idoneth hadn't considered until now, however, was the idea that he might keep her here instead of allowing her to continue on her way to her daughter. Fear lingered at the base of her spine, creeping upward slowly. She would have to hope, pray really, that he wasn't that sort.
Idoneth♡
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