Post by writtenphoto on Sept 10, 2012 19:44:32 GMT -5
The young mare took an un-easy breath, her gaze looking over the field she took many a'trips to when she was younger. She thought that she was meant as a loner, living a life out through the world as she pleased. It sounded like a wondrous idea when she was a foal. Running away from anything, even something stupid as believing the wind was chasing her. It was a stupid fantasy, the thought of the wind chasing her around. Not that it mattered at the time. Whipping her tails back and forth from her haunches, she walked. Thoughts running through her head so fast; like the nervous hurried words of a Mother. She'd taken her adventuring down a notch, and into only two lands. The mountains and the plains. Occasionally stopping in the places in between the two areas. Her fascination with the plains was obvious, despite the horrible experience she had with the Stallion. She had grown quite a fondness to him, he was of the interesting sort. Throwing her head up, and shaking her head; Lycia looked around the Summer Mountains. Remembering the King before Anna's. She wondered where he had taken off to; And the son he had crossed her mind often, it was her half sibling that she had never met. Maybe he didn't know about you Lycia? Maybe he died off... The questions were endless, and the mere thoughts wouldn't solve them. The only thing that the mare thought of right now was wandering the Summer covered Mountains. Particularly the field of Pampero, she barely remembered it ever being covered in flowers in the Summer, but then again, it was the season she was born in. How could she remember?
Eli's ventures were never far from the side of one of his mother's. Either Victoria, his biological jail keeper, or Galadriel, his fellow freedom seeking aunt were not too far from his side as he spent his days learning. Although Galadriel was far more tolerant of Eli's childhood squeaks and calls, Victoria wasn't all that bad of a tag along for once they were where they'd been going, the black mare payed little attention to her son, choosing to fill her stomach or stand in an awkward trance instead.
Eli's ears pricked up as she trotted farther and farther away from mommy dearest. The days were getting longer as the summer months began to hit the mountains full force, and even when he was completely alone, Eli took in every single minute of each day. His sense of smell was becoming more and more keen as the hours passed, and the knowledge of his future kingdom grew like a springtime seed as he explored. Today he chose to keep quiet about his exploration, not wanting to alarm the silent mare just across the field. He would surely get a licking should she have to come save him from his own stupidity.
Lycia! Called out the young prince, as he caught his distant relative's grey body in his sights. He wasn't quite sure how they were related, she didn't stick around much, but he knew she was kin. He liked her kind heart, and although she was just as silent as Victoria, his smile widened as he approached in his childish gleeful way.
Post by writtenphoto on Sept 11, 2012 18:51:00 GMT -5
Lycia lowered her head, examining the flowers that tickled her nose. The smell of grass floated into her nose quite often; often it distracted her from what she was doing. She closed her eyes, and wondered where she would go the next day, maybe to the lake? She heard it was quite pretty during the summer. Not the desert though, she wouldn't dare going to those lands at this time. Her voice being called lifted her head high in the air; taking her head out of the clouds. She had not quite expected to see the Prince of the Linx mountains. Immediately she smiled at the young colt. Trying to recall how they were related. Was it something of the sort of being cousins? She thought it was, because if she was an Aunt of some kind, she would know for sure. Once Eli had reached her, she nodded her head in a welcoming gesture. From her random wanderings and seeing horses in the mountains, she could tell he was growing fast. She often would see horses but wouldn't approach them. It was a common thing for her. Seeing Eli, she raked her brain trying to remember who his Mom was. It wasn't coming to her at all, and she felt disappointed that someone she is related to; and doesn't even know their Mom.
Eli cocked his little head as he approached the young mare. His feet stopping where they were and planting themselves into the ground. His little tail, now beginning to fill out slightly, swished behind his rigid body. Excitement ran through him as he watched Lycia with playful eyes. They were close to each other, but she was just out of reach should they dart away in a game of chase. But, to Eli's regret, no game began and they stayed still in their places.
Why don't you stay closer, Miss Lycia?" The little colt asked, his ears trained in on the mute mare just in case something would escape her lips briefly. He didn't understand why she didn't speak, and on an even deeper note, he didn't understand her relationship to the herd. She was kin, yet she was never around. Caiaphas, although almost always infatuated with the mare called Eleazar, was constantly mumbling to himself about Lycia, and at times he'd go stumbling off into the distance only to return with the grey'd mare several days later. It was all quite confusing for the child mind.