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 Romani The temperature of the Foothills was moderate, not too cold yet not warm. The sun was at it’s zenith, standing proud in the sky and attempting to warm the inhabitants of Helovia with it’s bright rays, and even if one could feel the difference, it wouldn’t ward off Frostfall’s natural chill for too long. A slight breeze flitted along the frosted land, playing with the branches of the trees and causing the tufts of exposed grass to flow in the current. All in all, it was a peaceful day in the Foothills. The tranquility that came with the day was interrupted by a red and cream form tearing across the land, ears pinned as if chasing a foe only she could see.Coming to a flat plain, Romani suddenly pulled her rear haunches beneath her, front legs splayed out in an attempt to stop. She slid a few feet before coming to a complete stand still, nostrils flaring, azure eyes focused. Compact muscles were tense, ready to react to a threat at a moment’s notice, but with a deep inhale and an equally slow exhale, the Haflinger relaxed. Vivid blue eyes grew clear and Romani caught her breath from her rigorous exercise, lifting a dark hoof to paw at the frozen ground. Her daily workout complete, she knew she could gain a few moments of respite before meeting Archibald. Romani had not been a member of the Windtossed Foothills for very long. Nor had she even been in Helovia for an impressive amount of time, yet the time she had spent in the land had granted her with a sense of purpose, and a reason to appease her wanderer’s soul. Oh, she’d always been an adventurer at heart, but too many things had happened recently to make the mare question her life’s choices. This land she lived in was her home, as she had been welcomed by Svetlana, at despite her hesitance at first, she found herself growing fond of Helovia. Or, more importantly, of the Foothills, where her herd resided. Already Romani had found reason in the form of the young filly, Nayati, who needed someone to take care of her and watch over her until their StormChaser would return. That sense of purpose had grown into one thought; what else could she do to watch over Nayati, and the others of the herd if they so needed it? Yet as a civilian, there was little Romani could do, and so she had gone to Archibald to inquire about becoming a Warrior… The Dauntless had agreed to a spar, and if the Chief was satisfied, she would be rewarded with the post of Warrior. Now, all Romani had to do was wait for Archibald to arrive. She had done her work out to warm up her joints and muscles, and had cleared her head as her sire had taught her to do all those years ago… The Haflinger only hoped that whatever the outcome, Archibald the Dauntless would be pleased. [Word Count:501] [OOC: Maximum 800 words, Magic and Companions not allowed. Let's do 2 attack posts, if that's alright. Setting is obviously in the Foothills, upon a smooth, grassy plain, midday with the sun shining. I hope that's okay to get started?] |
table by tempest @ sordid secrets
