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01-09-2016, 12:23 AM
Romani
It was a cold, frozen night when Romani found herself back in the land of Helovia. She had wandered through the Threshold with a purpose, skirting past the boundaries of the Hidden Falls and had instead ventured northwards, towards the Heavenly Fields. Orangemoon was in full swing, casting the land in a perpetual chill that promised a ruthless winter. This far north found snow coating the ground from a recent fall, the frozen crystals almost iridescent in the bright moonlight. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, leaving star-gazing unhindered, and that was just what the Haflinger maiden found herself doing.
Eventually she would return to the Hidden Falls and attempt to reclaim her title as a soldier, but first, her wayward thoughts demanded attention. Going home to Ossic Briar had been a much needed getaway, but her heart had yanked her back to Helovia and the individuals that she had grown to love. Even though she would always have a place in her home Kingdom, Helovia had her more, needed her more, and the golden-red gypsy worried for the day she would need to return home to Ossic Briar permanently.
Could she do it? Would she do it? Leave behind everything and everyone she had loved simply because it was her duty? The mere thought was enough to churn her gut.
Mist curled upwards from flared nostrils as the mare heaved a breath, crisp, sharp azure depths focused on the cloudless night sky spanning across the heavens. It was dark, but beautiful. Peaceful. Serene.
Or, it was, until a bundle of white and black striped fur collided into stout forelegs, covered ear to tail in white powder. Romani’s sapphire gaze was immediately stolen from the sparkling heavens, instead directed downwards and to the monochromatic tigress that lay in a snow-covered heap at her hooves. Kasai had decided that the fields of snow looked far too pristine and had seen to it to truss it up, romping and rolling in the fields of powder. The lithe tigress shook her head and looked up to the gypsy, a croaking growl escaping her maw in the tone of amusement, and Romani’s dark lips turned upwards in an endearing grin.
“Having fun, my sweet?” She inquired, ears tipped forward and eyes only for her beloved companion. Kasai’s tail flicked to and fro and her form promptly straightened so she was standing upon all four paws, then just as quickly as she had come, darted off back into the snow. The snow itself wasn’t deep, perhaps a few inches, but obviously the large feline wasn’t having any trouble indulging in the simpler things of life, like mischievous play.
When was the last time she had let herself go? Enjoyed herself and let her worries slide from her shoulders? When was the last time that she had felt youthful or at ease? With a few moments of internal deliberation, Romani was surprised to realize that she couldn’t even remember when she had last had fun.
Watching where Kasai romped and rolled in the snow, the Haflinger looked upwards at the star-lit sky and released another breath. Maybe, only if for a night, she would let herself go and live.
Ivory tresses flowed in the moonlit night as the mare took off with a joyous laugh, hind legs propelling her forward and through the snowy fields towards where Kasai frolicked. Together, equine and tiger played through the night, ignorant to anything other than one another.
@[Destrier]
Got a Rebel Soul
With a Whole Lot of Gypsy
