Bubbles

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mare | 15.2hhs | buckskin blanket | daughter of the sea

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Winter weather came with a punch to one's gut as it hit full force. Tucking dark rimmed ears tight to her mane and letting her tail billow out around her, a buckskin blanket mare looked from the top of the peaks as high as she could go over the lands. Her soft eyes looked everything over, taking notice of all the lands she could see. The view from up here was astonishing, but it did not really ease the running of her mind. One could only escape your own thoughts for so long, no matter how much you tried to run from them.


Turning her head to the side, Bubbles looked at her first child. He was a handsome thing, something she was honestly thankful for. However, seeing him be almost one now, she knew she only had one last year with him once spring came. He was already growing so well, bulking out just like her and his sire. He would be a stallion to reckon with, she figured, but his gentle heart that he held currently she did not wish to see tainted. With that knowledge, Bubbles had a feeling she would have to start planning where to send this son before his father came for him in just over a year's time.


Lipping Clayton's forelock, Bubbles smiled at her son. “Its soon time that you can roam the islands while still being safe with the Peak.” She whispered, her voice barely heard over the spinning winds even as she spoke directly into his ear. They were a cute sight, but one could tell just from Bubbles’ posture that she was nervous and a touch afraid. “When spring comes unless you wish to make the trek now, you should roam the islands and find a territory that you wish to stay.” She would give him the option to escape the Peak and Lagoon before Garmr came for him. “Promise me though, that you won't fall to them.” Her eyes watched his face then, taking in his calm and kind eyes before he nodded. Clayton was everything good that Bubbles could never be, and everything right that his father had wrong.