Posted on November 8, 2017 at 09:12:44 PM by S H A M WARI
 Tell me, tell me I survived. Perhaps it was still the grasp of learning that my friend was no longer part of this world, but I could feel the bitter chill of the unrelenting Tinuvel winter setting in again. It pressed heavily against the fibers of my thick, red coat, and seeped into the soft, vulnerable skin underneath. It crept its way into my spine, sending a shiver down the length of it in fair warning. It was time to leave. I shook my coat with some vigor in an attempt to stimulate my muscles that were beginning to go numb again with cold. Paradiso took notice and leaned himself further into my side. My brown gaze drifted back to Mariel, the young mare standing stoically before us. I tried to keep a genuine, though bitter grin from creeping over my whiskered lips as I watched her, knowing just how proud Nephilim would truly be of his daughter if he could see her now. She was a natural leader. I can understand why Paradiso believed so firmly in her. But she couldn't hide just a tinge of sadness I could see behind her dark round eyes. I bob my head firmly when Mariel confirms that she will check in on Nova, relieved that the conversation moves on to something a bit more matter-of-fact. My gaze drifts to my brother briefly after this confirmation. "Thank you." I say curtly with the flick of my red tail. This of course seemed to be the most diplomatic way to address the tension between the Inlet and the Prairie, and our odd-end arrangement over Vita Nova. I trust Mariel to deliver on what she's now promised. But what transpires next is more than I ever could have hoped for out of this visit. I meet Mariel's gaze and hold it as she offers a tender explanation behind extending an official alliance. I nicker warmly in return. "Of course." I confirm, allowing a sideways smirk to appear across my lips. "The Prairie would be honored to serve you in any time of need." I add, tossing my head once more to rid a few damp strands of forelock from my face. Despite the obvious glare of Mariel's relationship with Orkaan, I see no reason how an alliance between us wouldn't be beneficial. I nudge my brother at his shoulder now before turning to face the snowy path in which we traveled here upon. "I think it's time for me to go. Or else I might never make it off this island." |
Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h | Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl |
ooc: happy to leave it here, if that makes the most sense. ^__^
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