Posted on July 9, 2019 at 03:44:20 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. The young, gangly mare lingered in the brush near the shoreline, her small hooves pawing at the hard, damp earth below her. Tavas' dark nose was covered in wet soil. She pressed it firmly into the ground as her teeth tugged delicately at roots and brittle grass chutes, the last of what she imagined she'd find before the snow covered every inch of the Inlet, come winter. Plumes of fluffy, fleeting carbon dioxide fled from her nostrils with every passing breath. But the gold filly no longer shivered in the brisk, humid temperatures. Maybe if the was the northerner blood that ran through her veins. Or maybe it was the fact that she and Vita Nova had lived here longer than they did on Luthien. After all, Tavas' was having trouble recalling those early memories spent in the golden fields of the Prairie. The sound of a deluge from the surf caught her attention, and the young mare's yellow ears pricked forward at attention. Her eyes blinked in rapid succession as she watched a stranger emerge onto the black-pebbled beach - a roan-colored mare who seemed slightly familiar, though distantly so. Tavas tilted her head to one side as she watched curiously. So many horses seemed to come and go from the Inlet. It was a busy place, lately. But the mare's heart skipped a beat when she was reminded of Warsaw's recent stern talking to, about intruders coming into their home and plucking away mares, one by one. Could this stranger be a spy? Or a kidnapper? Tavas snorted at the thought. Vita Nova's daughter wasn't unhappy here, per say, but she was bored. She wasn't a child any longer, and didn't rely on Nova as much anymore. But she wasn't a full-grown mare either, so few others in the herd seemed to have any interest in her. At least in the Prairie, there had been other foals her age. She could still remember Primrose's face, sort of. And the twins that belonged to her cousin, Jabari. In an attempt to fight off that lonely feeling, Tavas strolled out from the brush and toward the beach, her sights set on the mare who was still dripping with seawater. She seemed to be waiting for something now, or someone. At least if this mare was here to cause trouble, it would be exciting, right? More exciting than trolling around by herself or badgering her mother, that is. "Hi." Tavas said as she approached at a quick, wobbly walk. Her steps were awkward over the loose rocks beneath her hooves. "Whatcha doing?" T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
