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Romani
Her steps were lighter now than they had been months before, and not only due to the strain of the weight she had gained during pregnancy. Things, while taking a bitter turn for the worst, had changed considerably over the last few days… At first, Romani had been uncertain if she could learn to cope with her new life in the Edge, for returning to the Foothills was out of the question. With the Invasion in progress, there was little to nothing the new mother could do besides sit and wait it out. Yet the helplessness of the situation was remedied by the fact that she and Xanthos had finally started a family.
With little Jasiri in their lives, the transition from living in the Foothills to residing in the Edge became easier. Mirage, Gods bless her, had been beyond accommodating, even granting Romani the position of Protector to help safe-guard her new home. The palomino still had duty, still had honor and purpose in her new home, and that helped her cope immeasurably. Sometimes, no matter how hard she tried, when lost in her own musings, the Haflinger mare would ponder just what had become of her old home… What had become of Jackal, the King of Thieves? She knew that others of the Foothills were slowly trickling out of hiding and venturing to the Edge to seek new homes, as Aaron had already done.
Releasing a soft sight and giving her head a furious shake, Romani’s crisp, azure eyes focused once more on the task at hand. It had been so long since she could just wander, and so that’s what the palomino mare found herself doing, and her day’s journey had brought her into the Threshold. Once upon a time she had made what seemed like daily trips to the lands entrance to find stragglers or other invidiualds who searched for a home…
Pausing in her steps, the warrior lifted her head, nostrils flaring as she inhaled the scents of the forest. There were many, but one stood out among the rest… The smell of another equine, and one that was relatively close to her current location. Ears flicked forward in interest, the flaxen strands of her tail giving a slight flick to rid the flies buzzing about her rump, and once more Romani picked up her pace. Behind her, every dutifully, little Kasai followed. The cub had grown quite a bit since they bonded in Birdsong, and their internal connection grew more and more with each passing day.
Stepping through a relatively thick collection of trees, Romani’s compact frame stopped in her tracks, spotting an equine weaving his way through the forests. Giving a soft nicker to gain his attention, the mare called out. This unknown equine, like her, was a palomino, his coat seemingly crafted from the finest of golds. Mane and tail hung in ivory sheets about his neck and rump, and she admired him for a moment before allowing a smile to blossom upon her dark lips.
“Hail, good fellow!” She called, giving her pretty head a toss, forelock landing gracefully out of her azure depths, “Welcome to Helovia!”
With little Jasiri in their lives, the transition from living in the Foothills to residing in the Edge became easier. Mirage, Gods bless her, had been beyond accommodating, even granting Romani the position of Protector to help safe-guard her new home. The palomino still had duty, still had honor and purpose in her new home, and that helped her cope immeasurably. Sometimes, no matter how hard she tried, when lost in her own musings, the Haflinger mare would ponder just what had become of her old home… What had become of Jackal, the King of Thieves? She knew that others of the Foothills were slowly trickling out of hiding and venturing to the Edge to seek new homes, as Aaron had already done.
Releasing a soft sight and giving her head a furious shake, Romani’s crisp, azure eyes focused once more on the task at hand. It had been so long since she could just wander, and so that’s what the palomino mare found herself doing, and her day’s journey had brought her into the Threshold. Once upon a time she had made what seemed like daily trips to the lands entrance to find stragglers or other invidiualds who searched for a home…
Pausing in her steps, the warrior lifted her head, nostrils flaring as she inhaled the scents of the forest. There were many, but one stood out among the rest… The smell of another equine, and one that was relatively close to her current location. Ears flicked forward in interest, the flaxen strands of her tail giving a slight flick to rid the flies buzzing about her rump, and once more Romani picked up her pace. Behind her, every dutifully, little Kasai followed. The cub had grown quite a bit since they bonded in Birdsong, and their internal connection grew more and more with each passing day.
Stepping through a relatively thick collection of trees, Romani’s compact frame stopped in her tracks, spotting an equine weaving his way through the forests. Giving a soft nicker to gain his attention, the mare called out. This unknown equine, like her, was a palomino, his coat seemingly crafted from the finest of golds. Mane and tail hung in ivory sheets about his neck and rump, and she admired him for a moment before allowing a smile to blossom upon her dark lips.
“Hail, good fellow!” She called, giving her pretty head a toss, forelock landing gracefully out of her azure depths, “Welcome to Helovia!”
The true Soldier fights not because
He hates what is in front of him,
But because he loves what is behind him.
