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07-13-2016, 12:13 PM
Romani
It had been a long, long time since she had last stepped foot within Helovia's entrance, the wooded Threshold.
Once upon a time, back before the Hidden Falls had been the Hidden Falls, when it had been the Windtossed Foothills, she had stalked this mouth of majesty proudly and often, finding newcomers and stragglers alike and welcoming them home, introducing them to a land of belonging and acceptance. So many years ago that had been, and even longer ago still, in the frozen grasp of a merciless Frostfall, the golden-red gypsy had found herself traipsing these very woods, lost, alone, and desperately looking for a place of respite.
Svetlana the Stormchaser had found her, soothed her worries, welcomed her into the folds of a herd within the Windtossed Foothills. There, she had started her life; training beneath Archibald the Dauntless to become a warrior, meeting life-long friends and intimate family members. Meeting Xanthos, and then losing him. Moving on, losing homes and switching herds, wandering like the vagabond she was, befriending Destrier, loving him, giving him a son...
"Oh, Des..."
Life was a fickle mistress, full of ups and downs, loves and hates, gifts and losses. Romani was no stranger to any of them, and had learned to grasp tightly to the good and move on from the bad.
She had volunteered for this patrol, even though it had been required of her, given her status as a warrior. She had a familiy to protect now; Destrier, although he could handle himself quite well, and young little Tristan, her Prince, so delicate and feeble...
Tallsun was in full swing when the Haflinger mare ventured into the forested lands, the golden-red of her coat shimmering around a robust, broad musculature. She jerked her head with practiced expertise, tossing the cumbersome strands of a long, ivory forelock up and away from her dainty, feminine face, sharp cerulean eyes scanning their surroundings for the fellow that she was supposed to be meeting. The dry grasses cracked and groaned beneath her hooves, signaling her arrival and making birds overhead take flight, spooked, and with a deep, heaving breath, the female warrior halted.
Here, she would wait.
Kasai prowled at her mistresses' side, and when Romani halted in her steps, the white tigress did the same, unceremoniously plopping down onto the hot, dry earth. Above them the sun was at its zenith in the sky, shining down hot, summer rays onto the earth below. What a miserable patrol this would be...
'Who are we waiting for, Roma?' The question blossomed abruptly and suddenly within her mind, and the Haflinger's head turned to regard the crumpled form of her precious feline companion.
"Uh..." She paused, thinking, lower lip jutting out in thought, "Cowboy, I believe his name is. He is our assigned patrol partner today." Romani had never met this Cowboy fellow, nor had she ever heard of him, but Ktulu had given instruction and the golden-red mare had not intentions on denying an order.
Kasai gave a grunt of displeasure, rolling onto her side in an overdramatic show of fatigue. What terrible heat... 'Wish it was Des, and Suli and Merlin.'
That brought a grin to the Haflinger's lips, and she chuckled, a breathless, womanly sound. "Aye, my sweet, so do I."
Once upon a time, back before the Hidden Falls had been the Hidden Falls, when it had been the Windtossed Foothills, she had stalked this mouth of majesty proudly and often, finding newcomers and stragglers alike and welcoming them home, introducing them to a land of belonging and acceptance. So many years ago that had been, and even longer ago still, in the frozen grasp of a merciless Frostfall, the golden-red gypsy had found herself traipsing these very woods, lost, alone, and desperately looking for a place of respite.
Svetlana the Stormchaser had found her, soothed her worries, welcomed her into the folds of a herd within the Windtossed Foothills. There, she had started her life; training beneath Archibald the Dauntless to become a warrior, meeting life-long friends and intimate family members. Meeting Xanthos, and then losing him. Moving on, losing homes and switching herds, wandering like the vagabond she was, befriending Destrier, loving him, giving him a son...
"Oh, Des..."
Life was a fickle mistress, full of ups and downs, loves and hates, gifts and losses. Romani was no stranger to any of them, and had learned to grasp tightly to the good and move on from the bad.
She had volunteered for this patrol, even though it had been required of her, given her status as a warrior. She had a familiy to protect now; Destrier, although he could handle himself quite well, and young little Tristan, her Prince, so delicate and feeble...
Tallsun was in full swing when the Haflinger mare ventured into the forested lands, the golden-red of her coat shimmering around a robust, broad musculature. She jerked her head with practiced expertise, tossing the cumbersome strands of a long, ivory forelock up and away from her dainty, feminine face, sharp cerulean eyes scanning their surroundings for the fellow that she was supposed to be meeting. The dry grasses cracked and groaned beneath her hooves, signaling her arrival and making birds overhead take flight, spooked, and with a deep, heaving breath, the female warrior halted.
Here, she would wait.
Kasai prowled at her mistresses' side, and when Romani halted in her steps, the white tigress did the same, unceremoniously plopping down onto the hot, dry earth. Above them the sun was at its zenith in the sky, shining down hot, summer rays onto the earth below. What a miserable patrol this would be...
'Who are we waiting for, Roma?' The question blossomed abruptly and suddenly within her mind, and the Haflinger's head turned to regard the crumpled form of her precious feline companion.
"Uh..." She paused, thinking, lower lip jutting out in thought, "Cowboy, I believe his name is. He is our assigned patrol partner today." Romani had never met this Cowboy fellow, nor had she ever heard of him, but Ktulu had given instruction and the golden-red mare had not intentions on denying an order.
Kasai gave a grunt of displeasure, rolling onto her side in an overdramatic show of fatigue. What terrible heat... 'Wish it was Des, and Suli and Merlin.'
That brought a grin to the Haflinger's lips, and she chuckled, a breathless, womanly sound. "Aye, my sweet, so do I."
You Ain't Ever Gonna Change
You Got a Gypsy Soul to Blame
And You Were Born for Leavin'
@Cowboy - Tallsun Patrol Thread!
