yael

This past winter was a time of learning; a season she despises (the poor little Desert born and bred mare could never seem to stay warm for long) for its temperature, if not its depression-inducing skies proved to be unusually eventful. Were she at home, the golden mare would hunker down in the heat of the sun-kissed sands and stay there, until winds and tides brought warmer weather. That was not an option this year - indeed, it may never be again - and so out of necessity, she kept moving. In her movement across the breadth of Xelovia, she encountered many others and endeavored to learn more about where she was so unceremoniously dropped.

Just like she used to do, the summons rings loud and clear, causing Yael to drop her contemplations  under the refuge of a massive pine and turn towards the clearing. She finds, rather pleasantly, that there are many she’s met over the past few months among the assembled. @Lyanna  , of course, who was turning into a friend. @Graasvoel  , the flirt, and she finds her eyes linger on him longer than they should. A wistful sigh (though not for him) for the past escapes her lips as her gaze and hooves continue on. A child she’s seen more than once is still as bouncy as ever, and another one, the three-horned filly she met whilst looking for bones.

@Rexanna  isn’t there yet, and she is the one Yael is looking forward to seeing the most - had she birthed the child yet? Oh! And her mate, the King! Yael finds the pair that stand before them, neither of whom she’s met, but knowing that Rexanna loved the stallion made her inclined to like him already. However, in the absence of her horned friend, Yael pauses, suddenly unsure of where her place is and what custom demands. Soft brown eyes nervously scan the growing crowd, remarkably aware that she is for many of them, a stranger. Who, aside from Lyanna, could she sidle up next to? A sad face - more sad than hers - catches her eye, and Yael’s caring nature kicks in. As quietly an unobtrusively as she can, the fluffy little woman moves through the group to stand by the mare, quietly whispering, “Shalom.I am Yael. So sorry to eenterupt, but... are you alright?” Genuinely curious (and slightly worried) eyes look over at the silver-black mare. She takes note of the filly on the other side of the mare - the bouncy one - and craning her neck around, she offers a greeting to her too. “Oh, xello! Your Ima ees Arah, yes? Ze vone vit ze vonderful stories?”

The one who made Yael want to know more. Stories and healing were right up her alley. So once the promotions were done, Yael speaks up, trying to make her normally soft voice heard over the group. “Ees eet possible to learn two crafts? To be a xealer and a pheelosopher?”

If Yael is going to stay and make a life here, she is going to make sure it’s as busy as can be. How else could she forget her previous one?