The Keepers || Herd Meeting

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The Keepers || Herd Meeting

Bernadette Posts: 14

World's Edge Mare

Mare :: Equine :: 14 hh :: 4

M.E.

#16

03-20-2013, 11:18 PM

Oh wow!

There was a gaping hole in the fawnlette’s chest, a sort of weightless, breathless vacuum of space as Bernadette looked around her; at all the colorful, bright, shining, tormented, sweet, smiling faces that made up the whole of the World’s Edge herd. Her wide, slate-colored eyes glittered as she looked around her, head held erect and bended at her upright poll; ears cocked forward, pointing straight into the air; tail aloft in a flag of wonder and curiosity, flowing in the slight breeze as the tiny gray thing pranced ever so slightly in her place. The sight of all these different horsefolk was an exciting venture, just as it was a slightly frightening one—the numbers were certainly overwhelming for the poor maiden. And yet, as Bernadette gazed about her, she could only feel that breathless void in her chest swell with the growing curiosity for her fellow brethren. She had never seen so many individuals in one place—so many shapes and sizes colors, oh my! And the mares! There were scores of them; tiny little fillies and grand, noble women with shining brows and graceful poise. ”Look at all of these mares,” Bernadette whispered out loud; the sheer number of horses attending was enough to give her the sensation of being the only girl in the world, “mares like me! How exciting!”

Was the herd always this big?—had it grown since she first stepped through the shadowy vale that was the borderlands? Or perhaps Bernadette had missed out on so much—had been blinded by the jeers and catcalling of the shadows that desperately, irritatingly clung to her underside like roaches. The trip to the endless blue had proven to be ineffective to get her mind off such horrid things, and sadly the poor girl was just as frightened of the clutching dark as ever. As she stood within the presence of many, this fear was non-existant—though Bernadette knew, as soon as she was left to her own devices, the fear would come crawling back. Hehehu, look at all these REAL mares, they would probably tease her with, look at all of them, what makes you think you could fit in at all, hmm, Bottom Boy? Heheheh.

A cold shiver ran down the length of Bernadette’s entire body; she quickly dipped her head, closing her mercurial eyes as she suppressed the thought of what was to come. No, no, no, they wouldn’t control her in the sunlight. This was a happy day, and darn it Bernadette was going to act like the proper mare she truly was. She would prove all of ‘them’ wrong! With a defiant snort, Bernadette raised her head again, fortunately catching a piece of truly inspiring news:

*"I also wish to acknowledge the services of Thor, who is a noble stallion of genuine heart and determination to always improve.*

Bernadette’s ears pricked up again; she resumed her idle prancing. Thor? she thought in her mind, a pleasantly excited buzzing beginning to form, I remember you! The very name brought to mind the impressively colossal monster of a stud, as gentle and welcoming as any Bernadette had ever met. Now, the sparkling eyes of the fawnlette watched him, still awestruck by his size (though there were many giants present here) and still completely oblivious to his deformity. All she knew was that the giant was her very first friend.

*” I hereby name him Thor the GentleHeart, and ask that you all accept him as your leader, my fellow WeyrLeader!"*

Bernadette gasped; apparently, she wasn’t the only one with the same opinion. Thor seemed to have touched many other souls as well---and now look at all the honor flowing his way! Oh! What happiness! Bernadette’s prancing started quicken, until she couldn’t take it anymore and gave a small sort of jerking rear in celebration. “THOR!” She called out, her happiness for her biggest friend suffusing her voice, letting her pride compassion color the notes of her cry, “THOOR! YAY THOR! YAY GENTLEHEART! I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!” Her voice faltered and, landing on all fours once again, Bernadette continued to gaze upon the behemoth with warmth in her eyes.

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