Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
| ELOWEN |
| There had been no real reason for her to be unsettled, but she had felt that way for most of her life. Something was missing but Elowen didn’t know what that could be. Her childhood had been joyful, her young adulthood harmonious and full of learning. Though her family members had not understood what she meant when she claimed the Earth sang to her, they allowed her to pursue her interests. Therefore, the golden mare had often spent her days wandering through the forest, amassing twigs and mosses in her long, thick mane and tail as she searched for sprites . Arriving home coated in dirt at the end of an adventurous day, she would be greeted with smiles and laughs. They accepted her for who she was, but they were not entirely like her. Over time, she became quieter as she listened harder and journeyed farther in search of what was absent.
Finally, the day had come when her dam told her of long ago ancestors who had shared her oneness with the Earth. All her mother knew was that she had heard rumors of a calling that was futile to ignore. Elowen was encouraged to pursue whatever path she felt was best. Of course, her family would have loved for her to stay, but they understood if she felt she must go. Just days ago, Elowen had followed the tug in her soul, launching herself into the unknown. The waves had welcomed her gently at first, caressing her as they would an old friend. As she ventured further away from the shore and her hooves lost their firm hold on the sea floor, the waves grew rougher. They swelled above her head and crashed over her, threatening to bury her in the ocean’s depths. Yet she had felt at peace the entire time. The palomino trusted that whatever force pulled her away from her beloved home would see her safely to her final destination. The Earth must have made a bargain with the sea, for she had arrived unharmed upon and island’s shore. Some things about this place felt right; the lush green grasses and the way the sunlight dappled through the emerald canopy. Yet, it still had not felt perfect, not even when she had found the roaring waterfall. Elowen had never seen anything like it. The most she had seen back home was a meager stream tumbling over a few large stones. It awed her, and she had stood gazing at it for quite some time. When the first night in this new place had fallen, she crept into the shallow cave behind its curtain. There she felt safe, and it was there that she had stayed since her arrival on the isle. The sunlight stretches its fingers through the sheet of falling water, casting dancing diamonds on the damp rock walls. Elowen watches the light flit to and fro, wondering if the sun sprites were allowed to pass through the water. An ear flicks in an attempt to catch any noise they might make; but if they are present, they are silent. She presses her nose to the cool stone, imagining the stories it would tell if it could talk. Elowen listens, but she has never been good with stone. She feels a faint hum, but it does not sing to her as the Earth does. What she does begin to hear are the faint murmurs of voices on the other side of the waterfall. Her ears swivel to try and make them out, but the rush of the water is too loud. Yet, she has a feeling that whoever is speaking is important. A flutter of anticipation settles into her belly as she turns to walk toward the mouth of the cave, the dancing lights forgotten. Hesitating for just a moment, the palomino pushes her blazed face through the falls and gasps in exhilaration. Rivulets of water stream down her nose as her head protrudes. Her forelock shelters her eyes from the droplets just enough that she can make out the trio on the banks of the pond. As her gaze rests upon their figures, she realizes that they must be a part of why she has been drawn to this place. Without wasting another moment, Elowen ducks back into the cave and exits the cave in the safer fashion rather than launching herself dramatically into the pool. When she reaches the others, she has missed much of the conversation. No matter; the palomino has often found in the past that words aren’t as important as some like to think. Therefore, instead of speaking or introducing herself, she stands quietly, watching the others in awe. She feels as though she is in the presence of old friends. Emboldened by this feeling, Elowen steps forward to the bay, who is closest to her. Feeling as if they all knew each other already, the palomino skips the customary exchange of breaths. Instead, she presses her muzzle to the other mare’s mahogany neck and closes her eyes. Warmth spreads through her body and her sense that this is something akin to fate intensifies. She pulls away with a smile then strides over confidently to the grey mare. Again, without hesitation she offers her touch. This time, she gently brushes her muzzle down the silvery neck before withdrawing. Finally, she turns to the darkest member of the group. As she approaches, she is surprised to realize that this is a stallion. Her mother had only spoken of sisters. He is like the night sky. His coat is deep and dappled, giving the impression of fathomless depths. Stars are sprinkled across his back and sides, and his mane and tail are like the milky bands of galaxies spans of horizons. Elowen hesitates for half a breath before touching him as well. When her lips make contact with his neck, she feels something different than she had with the others. It is not unpleasant, just unidentifiable. She performs the gentle sweep down his neck before pausing at his shoulder for a moment. The palomino wishes to continue running her nose across his speckled flank, but ultimately decides now is not the moment. As she retreats back to a position that puts them all in a relative circle, she keeps an interested eye on the dark male. All three are intriguing, but it is especially curious that a man feels the same tug as three women. Though she has just interrupted their conversation, Elowen does not offer any words of her own. Instead, she cocks a feathered white hoof and smiles warmly at the three, hoping to convey the peace she now felt without having to speak. | 5 years - mare - palomino sabino - gypsy horse - 14.2hh played by ali |