Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on May 30, 2020 at 12:04:07 PM by ylva
ooc: anyone is welcome to play the role of the unnamed stranger <3
Runar is perfect: a perfect miniature of his sire, with his near-white coat, silver face and dark dorsal stripe. He is small and gangly now, but he will grow into a strong, sturdy stallion fit for the harsh winters of the north. With his pure breeding, he is a son her family would be proud of. Ylva is sheltering from the warm sunlight beneath the boughs of a magnolia tree, half-dozing as she watches her son chase butterflies in the grass. The birth had been difficult, so she’s done little else since then, leaving her mind with a great deal of time to wander. Currently she is musing over the fact that Runa is the spitting image of his sire… and yet he will be the fourth of his children to grow up not knowing his father. The thought makes her stomach constrict. In a way, it’s both a blessing and a curse. Ylva is glad she will not be raising Runar in an environment rife with toxicity, lies, and grudges, where he could have ended up being just another pawn in a game too large for him to understand. Yet, in leaving Tinuvel, Ylva is giving up many things, too. Without a herd, Runar has no friends to play with. They have no one to guard them or keep them company. They are mere floaters in a vast abyss with no direction to go. Ylva knows, realistically, that she will need to find a new herd eventually. But her grief at Liland’s betrayal - and all the relationships and budding friendships she’d lost - is still too fresh. Neither does she relish the idea of being forced into yet another situation where she must constantly fear for the safety of herself and the herd. She is sick of stallions: of their selfishness, pride, greed, stubbornness, and arrogance. It will be a while - if ever - before she has the confidence to deal with one again. A cool breeze rustles the limbs of the magnolia tree, sending a cascade of pink petals floating all around her. As Ylva watches them, she remembers Warsaw’s offer, then quickly pushes it from her mind, steering her thoughts instead toward Solaris. Her oldest and dearest friend had not been present in Paradise, and Ylva had been so stressed and infuriated by her circumstances in being there that she had not thought to ask Rougaru or one of the other residents where she was. As Ylva wrestles with the idea that she may never see Solaris again, wherever she is, she realizes quite suddenly that her son is nowhere in sight. Panic rising in her throat, she pushes her aching body out from under the shade of the magnolia tree, squinting in the sunlight as she scours the meadow for him. “Runar?” she calls, just before movement off to the side catches her attention. Her son is a silver blur as he bolts through the grass after a dragonfly, quite unaware of the grazing stranger in his path. “Runar!” Ylva barks, and obediently her son screeches to a halt, turning on a dime to face her, mere feet from the stranger. His dark, beady eyes are wide with worry: he recognizes that tone of voice and knows he’s done something wrong. “Mama?” he queries as he trots back to her, his tiny hooves parting a path through the grass. Ylva nips at his stubby forelock as he chews submissively on air. “I told you not to run off like that. You could have run into that poor horse.” Lifting her head, Ylva regards the stranger warily, then offers them a sheepish smile that emphasizes the tired lines around her eyes. “So sorry,” she apologizes, whisking her cream-and-russet tail across her hindquarters anxiously. “We didn’t mean to disturb you.” 5; norwegian fjord; red dun pangare; 14hh  |
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