Common

n the last year since her conversation with the new lead of the Thicket, Hemming had tried to put the past behind her. Though it had been years since she had last seen Valefar and their daughter Sathanas, the mare was having trouble getting them out of her mind. The passing months and weeks of her typically solitary wandering had done little to soothe her. Wandering had gotten into Hemming's blood when she was young. Her mother had taken her from the Desert --the land of her birth-- and fled after her sire Rougaru was murdered. Ever since, Hemming had found her peace not in herd life, but in exploring the fen and mire of the wilds. To have that peace denied now meant a change in her course of action. Instead of wandering, the mare would try another route.

Staring across the expanse of the Commons, she stood quietly. A cool autumn breeze fingered through the silver locks of her mane, tracing up the curvature of her spine as Hemming mused on the prospect of a stallion claiming her. Was she really the sort to trade the freedom of rogue's life for only a possibility that a fabled happiness and fulfillment were waiting for her wherever a claimer might live? It seemed foolish, no more than a fairytale dressed up for young maiden mares. Perhaps it was, in a way. And yet, Hemming couldn't help but let a thought surface that maybe she would have been happier if she'd believed the story at that age.

With a heavy breath and a shake to clear her head, the silver bay splash pressed forward into the Commons. If she didn't try, then things wouldn't change. Waiting had brought the female little more than grief and loneliness. Action, then, could prove to be the remedy. Besides, if things didn't work out with whoever she left with, then there was always the Bay, the safety of her family in the North. She could try, yes. She would try this new way of life and, she hoped, things would change for the better.




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Hemming

mare ∙ mutt ∙ silver bay splash ∙ 16.3 hands ∙ Rougaru x Sinaet