Posted on January 20, 2020 at 00:42:52 AM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. The Princess of Tinuvel spent most of her time by herself deep within the higher elevations of the Ridge territory. She enjoyed the varying nature of the terrain here - from the low lying valleys to the steep inclines, the pine tree forests and the boulders that littered the shoreline. The Ridge was beautiful, as was Atlantis, even if it felt so otherwordly in comparison to her true frigid home. Tavas was also seemingly coming around to Bjorn and his herd as of late. The stallion and the palomino mare had shared a rare honest and intimate conversation recently which wasn't clouded by Tavas' general distaste for him. Instead, she spoke honestly, perhaps even vulnerably, with him. And he returned the favor. Now she found herself thinking about the pony stallion quite often. Sometimes she'd turn a corner around a boulder and he'd take her by surprise just by being there in the distance, and her heart would skip a beat. She wasn't sure at first, if she liked this shift in feelings for the Icelandic stud. It was just so easy to hate him. And she felt protected in that hatred. The harder she resisted, the easier it would be to leave when Requiem or Vita Nova or Warsaw finally came to get her. But months had passed her dam never came. Neither did Warsaw. Requiem did, and he tried to bring her home, bless his heart. But time and time again, he wasn't successful. Tavas wondered if life was trying to tell her something. She didn't like the turmoil, of how it felt to be uprooted and dropped into a stranger's home. But Bjorn's herd seemed nice enough. She was making friends, albeit slowly. She mused it could be worse. Things could always be worse. Even if her heart ached desperately for the snow and the evergreen trees, and just the familiar companionship of her mother. On this particular day, Tavas was taking careful steps down a treacherous trail. She'd hiked her way up it before daybreak, excited to see the views of the sunrise from her newfound favorite peak. The colors and the land did not disappoint. But as the morning waned into midday, she began her trek back down toward the herd. Her gold-flecked eyes caught sight of someone limping along on a hill in the distance, and so she stopped and watched for a bit. It was Ysabel, the only other mare she sort of knew, as they both came from Tinuvel. Tavas studied her curiously for a moment, watching as the mare dragged herself up the hill with a fairly recognizable limp. Tavas moved more quickly then, down her trail and toward the one where Ysabel stood, to investigate further. By the time she reached the mare, Ysabel was launching herself into a rear, revealing several fresh blemishes in a new light. She looked like she'd recently returned from a scuffle. Tavas waited for the mare's exuberant display to end, then cocked her head to one side curiously. a sly smirk settling across her whiskered lips. "What are we celebrating?" T A V A S Palomino | Mare | Vita Nova x Nephilim | 15h | Photo © Carina Mailwald |©Vinyl |
