Taytim

Taytim was comforted by what El Aran said. The other mare had seen many more things in her life time, experienced so much that the chocolate coated one did not even want to imagine. If those years and experience looked at Taika and felt she had the strength to withstand hardship, it was all a mother could do to trust it.

Attentively she listened to what her companion had to say and frowned, her ears twitching in concern towards the other woman. The words seemed very different from the ones she had spoken to her on their first meeting and she wondered what had happened. What she said made sense to her though, no story could be told the same way twice. Even those who tried to tell as truthfully as possible would leave out a detail, or a memory, that would change everything about how it was perceived. One person listening to a story could pick up on a detail and hear a completely different tail than the individual standing next to them. Even so, every story seemed to have a core concept that needed to be heard, whether the hearing of it varied.

”Completely true or not, stories could be what we need to hear at the time?” She thought aloud. Her eyes glanced at her child. ”A fantasy.” They flicked to El Aran. ”A purpose.” Her thoughts turned to her. What would she have gotten from the stories of gods and goddesses? Was her answer the same as it was in the falls? ”A comfort?” Silence fell over her as she contemplated things she had never experienced before coming to the islands.They were things that seemed to have become a large part in the lives of many horses lived here.

Taytim was just as relieved as El Aran when Taika poked her nose back into their presence, and laughed at the incredulous expression the filly had when her absolutism was used against her. Taika had no proof against what the older mare said, so ignored it. Instead, her face lit up at El Aran’s encouragement. Very little matched the joy she felt when someone consented to explore with her.

”I do! Follow me!” Spinning on her heels, she dashed up the trails, knowing the mares would be close on her heels. The greying filly took the pair to her favorite place, a moss covered and secluded ledge that offered protection as well as a view of the open mountain sky. She pranced around it, rolling for a moment in the moss and grass. This place was so secluded she was sure she was the first to find it, having no idea this place that took her breath away was the place she had first taken a breath.

Getting to her feet, Taika waited for the mares and turned her face to the changing sky. She trotted over to El Aran and leaned against her, face still to the sky in a rare moment of calm in the adventurer's soul.

”When I’m here, sometimes I see the stars run across the sky.” She lowered her voice into a whisper, as if she were sharing a secret with the mare. ”One day, I will race the stars. The faeries will help me win.”

~:Mare

~:Morgan Mutt

~:14.2hh

~:Black Chestnut

~:4 Years