who even knows the truth;

[PRIVATE] who even knows the truth;

Rexanna Posts: 499

World's Edge Mare atk: 4.5 | def: 8.0 | dam: 5.5

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 7 years HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Marembo :: Marbled Polecat :: None Skylark

04-02-2017, 10:12 PM

The ex-Thief hadn’t even noticed the child’s escape a few days prior. If she had, she would have been able to help her daughter go out and see the world. “Baby steps.” She would have told her. A little at a time went a long way. And with Tallsun in full bloom, there was nothing wrong with camping under the stars. It was warm, and bright out for so long. And even though the smell of sea salt blew in on the breeze, she didn’t know if the filly had managed to make it to the cliffside to even see the ocean and its wonders below.

Despite all this, the gilded mare relished in being needed. Kiada and Kianzo had been so independent, only relying on themselves when it came to struggles and how to overcome them. Safiri was different, and reminded her of Rein even more so. He was more than willing to stay in the cave with her in the Basin, listening as she told him stories of her past and how she came to Helovia, and what kind of wonders the world outside their home had to offer.

Quietly, the mare had been tidying up with the help of Marembo as he scurried along the stone floor, adorned with soft beds of leaves and feathers that had been found along the ground. Marembo had done a wonderful job, keeping Rexanna’s mental state together. If it weren’t for him, she couldn’t even imagine what this experience would have been like. Yet, as they cleaned, and a small sound piped up from her beautiful daughter, Rexanna turned her pale head to the princess. “Yes dear? Oh.” She admitted with a small chime of a laugh.

“Of course!” She began, turning her body to Safiri, lowering herself to the ground beside the pale child. This left room for her babe to lean against her if she so wished. Then, she turned her head back to her daughter with a gentle smile as Marembo scampered up to climb up onto Rexanna’s withers. “What kind of story do you want to hear? I can tell you about what my home was like before I came to Helovia? Or I can tell you about the different lands in Helovia? Or something else? You can pick.” She questioned quietly, allowing the child to pick, to allow her at least some freedom with her choices.

"Talk."

you’re on your own in a world you’ve grown

few more years to go—

don’t let the hurdle fall.

Rexanna

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@Safiri <3