Daughter of snow (Fal, Maumau, Open)

[OPEN] Daughter of snow (Fal, Maumau, Open)

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05-20-2013, 05:46 PM (This post was last modified: 05-20-2013, 06:05 PM by Faelene.)

F a e l e n e
you take the breath right out of me

Silver eyes had captured the white owl in the sky, but this was not the first time Faelene had spotted Irma watching them so she did not think much of it. She had only ever wondered if the owl did so because she wanted or if her bonded requested the favor. Lacking the ability to ask she continued to graze, checking on Sielu who seemed to notice the same thing. Faelene awaited a question, but there was none. Briefly, she raised her chin, eyes quietly watching the lavender filly with twirling hair of blue. Again she worried it was so quiet, but decided to draw attention away. Perhaps it would soon be time to take her outside the Basin, surely she would like to see the land of snow. An assured smile found its way to her face, thinking a change of view would do them both good. Faelene could hear the quiet beats of someone approaching, and wondered if it was another child. These were not that light, and she curled her neck to see the black spotted stallion.

Sielu did not know who he was because for one Faelene had not found the words to tell her. It seemed wrong without him there, and without knowing what would happen in the end. In fact right than she wasn't sure how to feel, she couldn't tell if his presence meant good things or bad. All this time she thought the absence of drama meant Psyche must have come to some kind of terms with him. The red maned was certain he had become their Lord after all, but she still couldn't quite drop her mask of indifference. There last conversation had been before Sielu's arrival, and she had almost believed he had changed his mind with his changed title. Here he was, headed toward them. Swiftly her attention went to Sielu who had just seemed to realize they had company. Knowing she had influence how this turned out, and remembering her promise, even if it had never been vowed, she let out a warm, short nicker in greeting to Mauja. Oh boy she wished she knew how this would all pan out. It was decided it was time she knew what a father was, that he was hers.

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