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09-19-2014, 11:41 AM
take a look in the mirror - see the truth in your face Disgruntled was perhaps too generous a word for her mood this afternoon. The Lady emerges from the trees with a vast number of Wyvern’s Breath clenched in her teeth, the red berries bright and succulent, her path directed towards the partially constructed tent for the festival that was due to begin in a few days. It seemed logical to gather food stuffs, and so she had spent the better part of her morning going to and from the various locations in the Basin that housed treats more uncommon outside of their home as well as things that most would recognize. This was her fourth journey back from the rear of the herd, and the forest had taken its toll on her usual pristine appearance. Scratches marked her face from where she’d had arguments with sticks, and many needles and leaves protruded from her dark hair where she’d given up removing them after the second venture. She smelled like sweat and earth and it was horrifying. Placing the berries alongside their brethren and the late raspberries, cranberries, and clover blooms that she had gathered throughout the day, her griffon gliding in on silent wings to land beside her, her own bundles of goodies deposited in the according piles; a sigh ushers from the stressed mare, who hadn’t planned on the festival entailing so much manual labor and detailing. It’s then that she hears the singing, turning her eyes to the nearby shore where a dark, lightly flecked filly is playing in the water. Worry crosses her face for a moment – it is too cold and late in the year to be playing in the lake, especially without her dam nearby. The Lady lifts her face and looks one direction and then the other, seeing no sign of Sialia and blessedly none of the poor bastard’s father. Another sigh of resignation breaks her, the absence of her son in his invisible state wearing on her and her need to be in control of something ushering her to the shoreline. "Glacia, darling," she calls softly within distance, "you will catch your death in that water." The name is remembered from the rather… heated occasion of her birth, a secondary glance given around her at the mention for Aviya or anyone else who would seek to bring the babe harm for her heritage. Honestly, you’d think her approval of the little brat would be enough for everyone to shut their mouths and mind their hooves and horns. |
