Post by `* isis on Feb 25, 2009 23:23:27 GMT -5
Athena had walked a long ways from Dekera Falls, all the way following the faint traces of Wood's scent upon the trees and rocks of Midnight Acres, dreaming the whole way about what his land would be like, and the companions she'd meet there, if any. She wondered whether his territory was large or small, whether he'd have a spot for a princess of war among his ranks, whether the other mares would like her... she wondered, worried, pondered and mulled every possible thought under the sun as she drifted lazily over the ground towards a new home, and a new start on life that awaited her in Snowgum Valley. Fall had already washed away the greenness of the leaves, trading that color for the multi-hued oranges, yellows, reds and browns that now bedecked the leaves and the grass. Part of Athena longed for the lush green of summer, but the other piece longed for the cold winter that she knew followed quickly in fall's cool wake. The snow had always fascinated the onyx mare; being a desert raised filly, she had never experienced for herself the lovely dancing flakes she could catch upon her tongue.
A gust of wind brought Athena's easily wandering mind back to Wood. His scent was slowly becoming more concentrated, a stronger presence among the various, unknown scents of the countless other stallions this strange land was home to. Harks deftly perked, nostrils flared widely to drink in the new scents, pinions propelling the ashen bodice of the slender pixie forward into the new land. She was excited, and nervous. She flinched at every sound, ears flickering this way and that atop her aloft cranium to catch the new resonances as they were created. She stopped to smell every rock suspiciously, and map out in her mind every square meter of terra she strode over. With an infallible memory, Athena was especially good at remembered specific details of places and their quirks. It was one of those job requirements; warriors were never unobservant, and if they were, they usually were killed in battle. Athena, however, was a skilled fighter, and never let her guard down. Ever alert, she had escaped many attacks. Hopefully, though, she could relax in her new home. Perhaps, for the first time, she could enjoy life without having to be constantly vigilant of her surroundings. Just a few of the many perks of being in a herd.
"I have come, Wood of Snowgum Valley, to accept your offerings of a home territory," She called out in a clear voice, hoping to talk to her lord first before meeting his mares. Her nervousness came back, and she paced back and forth across the yellowed grass, waiting.
A gust of wind brought Athena's easily wandering mind back to Wood. His scent was slowly becoming more concentrated, a stronger presence among the various, unknown scents of the countless other stallions this strange land was home to. Harks deftly perked, nostrils flared widely to drink in the new scents, pinions propelling the ashen bodice of the slender pixie forward into the new land. She was excited, and nervous. She flinched at every sound, ears flickering this way and that atop her aloft cranium to catch the new resonances as they were created. She stopped to smell every rock suspiciously, and map out in her mind every square meter of terra she strode over. With an infallible memory, Athena was especially good at remembered specific details of places and their quirks. It was one of those job requirements; warriors were never unobservant, and if they were, they usually were killed in battle. Athena, however, was a skilled fighter, and never let her guard down. Ever alert, she had escaped many attacks. Hopefully, though, she could relax in her new home. Perhaps, for the first time, she could enjoy life without having to be constantly vigilant of her surroundings. Just a few of the many perks of being in a herd.
"I have come, Wood of Snowgum Valley, to accept your offerings of a home territory," She called out in a clear voice, hoping to talk to her lord first before meeting his mares. Her nervousness came back, and she paced back and forth across the yellowed grass, waiting.
