Hold me close in this wild wild world; Posted on January 17, 2020 at 03:01:09 PM by Talien
In the short time that had passed since Sabela's death, Talien began to fully comprehend the tension that seemed to have settled with a sense of sureness upon the Bay herd. Despite her mutism, it seemed the elder mare had almost held everything together for the small band of mostly fjords that Liland had so painstakenly gathered to himself.
Silver gaze travels over the losely gathered herd, noting differences that before had seem to miniscule. For the most part the yearling clung together. Bran, Janelle and Nattergal seemed to always linger on the fringes of the herd, forever gazing into the distance as though the expected ghostly manifestations to appear and carry them away to distant lands. Rayna herself seemed lost, ambling with drooping head here and there always within reach of the small boy Liland had named Belshazar. Even Liland himself seemed to be wrapped tight in his own grief, his eyes dark and gaze listless the last few times she glimpsed him. For the most part he kept to himself, as though the weight of the world lay heavily upon his own shoulders. He was closing himself off in grief and Talien was not the comforting type to break through that barrier. She couldnt.
Gaze lingers for a moment on the two small forms barely visable above the deep spring grasses. Despite the rough introduction to the world, the colt seemed to be adapting well. He drank greedily when Talien sought them out to feed and though Amber Rose was a few weeks older than he was still the two foals moved with the same inseparable actions of twins. A small smile tugs her lips upwards as Belshazar sneezed in his sleep but did not stir. Not yet.
Movement in her peripheral catches her attention. Sights fall upon the newly appointed bay queen. Ylva. She had not spent much time around the mare, as far as she knew no one except Liland had. But it was time to change that. It was her duty as the second after all was it not? A single dial flickers backwards as slowly she ambles through the knee high grasses to where the red pangere mare stood. For a moment she is silent, merely grazing aimlessly alongside her in companionable silence. It was nice, or so she was finding out, having others around even if no words passed between them.
Finally she lifts her gaze, ears perked in curiosity. "So..." She begins, swallowing the mouthful of grass, "Adjusted to being a queen yet?" She asks, a light chuckle rumbling from her lungs in amusement. Replies: