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03-05-2013, 10:32 PM
Romani
A sigh escaped her dark lips.
This was her home now… The World’s Edge. In its own way, it was beautiful, as every herdland was. The thick mists of early morning would give way to the thick collection of trees, and the smell of the ocean was often wafting through the air. The most beautiful, however, was the sunsets; standing at the Cliffside, never to get too close of course, gave the best views of the radiant sunsets that the Edge had to offer. With the reflections of the light-show from the murky depths of the water, well… It was breathtaking.
Despite the new beauty of the Edge and the warm welcome she had received, Romani’s warrior heart still yearned for the roving plains offered by the Foothills. The memory was bitter and wouldn’t leave her mind, and more often than not, the Haflinger’s thoughts would turn towards her old herdmates, and where they were now. Were they safe? Would the Grey leave them alone, should they turn out victorious? There were so many questions, and unfortunately for Romani, she had no answers.
But, life here wasn’t all bad.
The Gods had blessed Xanthos and herself with Jasiri, their beautiful, hybrid daughter. Jasiri had the most uncanny ability to make her laugh, and every day their foal grew more and more beautiful. When she was older, Romani could simply imagine Xanthos chasing away potential suitors. The thought made her chuckle. Not only had she gained a family, however, but she had a new title; Protector of the Edge. Like a warrior in the Foothills, Romani now fought for her new home, to protect those that lived there. With Xanthos in her life and a duty to perform, the mare was finding this new transition easier and easier to cope with.
Pausing suddenly in her steps, a scent crossed her nostrils, the muscles flaring as recognition filtered into her mind. The smell of the Foothills passed along the breeze, and immediately worry and excitement blossomed in her breast. Was it someone looking for a safe haven? Picking up her pace into a trot, idly glad she could move so freely without the worry of pregnancy, Romani’s azure eyes kept an eye out for any she might recognize. It was moments later that she spotted two familiar shapes; Mirage in all of the glory that was her dragon form, and… Aaron?
Oh, it was him!
“Aaron!” The Haflinger called out, relieved to see the draft stallion. “Aaron! Oh, thank the Gods you’re alright…” She had seen little of her herd since being stolen by the Grey. When she was released, after all, Xanthos had taken her straight to the Edge, as per his agreement with Ophelia. Coming to a stop a few paces away, the mare turned a sheepish head towards Mirage and gave her a respectful nod. Mirage had done a lot for Xanthos and herself… Romani was in debt to the Weyrleader, a debt she hoped to work off by protecting the Edge with her very life.
"Mirage, my Lady... I'm glad to see you're well."
[ooc: Hope no one minds Romani coming in to the chat? :3]
This was her home now… The World’s Edge. In its own way, it was beautiful, as every herdland was. The thick mists of early morning would give way to the thick collection of trees, and the smell of the ocean was often wafting through the air. The most beautiful, however, was the sunsets; standing at the Cliffside, never to get too close of course, gave the best views of the radiant sunsets that the Edge had to offer. With the reflections of the light-show from the murky depths of the water, well… It was breathtaking.
Despite the new beauty of the Edge and the warm welcome she had received, Romani’s warrior heart still yearned for the roving plains offered by the Foothills. The memory was bitter and wouldn’t leave her mind, and more often than not, the Haflinger’s thoughts would turn towards her old herdmates, and where they were now. Were they safe? Would the Grey leave them alone, should they turn out victorious? There were so many questions, and unfortunately for Romani, she had no answers.
But, life here wasn’t all bad.
The Gods had blessed Xanthos and herself with Jasiri, their beautiful, hybrid daughter. Jasiri had the most uncanny ability to make her laugh, and every day their foal grew more and more beautiful. When she was older, Romani could simply imagine Xanthos chasing away potential suitors. The thought made her chuckle. Not only had she gained a family, however, but she had a new title; Protector of the Edge. Like a warrior in the Foothills, Romani now fought for her new home, to protect those that lived there. With Xanthos in her life and a duty to perform, the mare was finding this new transition easier and easier to cope with.
Pausing suddenly in her steps, a scent crossed her nostrils, the muscles flaring as recognition filtered into her mind. The smell of the Foothills passed along the breeze, and immediately worry and excitement blossomed in her breast. Was it someone looking for a safe haven? Picking up her pace into a trot, idly glad she could move so freely without the worry of pregnancy, Romani’s azure eyes kept an eye out for any she might recognize. It was moments later that she spotted two familiar shapes; Mirage in all of the glory that was her dragon form, and… Aaron?
Oh, it was him!
“Aaron!” The Haflinger called out, relieved to see the draft stallion. “Aaron! Oh, thank the Gods you’re alright…” She had seen little of her herd since being stolen by the Grey. When she was released, after all, Xanthos had taken her straight to the Edge, as per his agreement with Ophelia. Coming to a stop a few paces away, the mare turned a sheepish head towards Mirage and gave her a respectful nod. Mirage had done a lot for Xanthos and herself… Romani was in debt to the Weyrleader, a debt she hoped to work off by protecting the Edge with her very life.
"Mirage, my Lady... I'm glad to see you're well."
[ooc: Hope no one minds Romani coming in to the chat? :3]
The true Soldier fights not because
He hates what is in front of him,
But because he loves what is behind him.
