Post by kingy9467 on Jan 28, 2011 14:41:42 GMT -7
Rhea crept carefully to the edge of the large meadow, eying the beautiful tree she'd seen only once or twice in her life. She was drawn to its inspiration, but wide open places were not her favored place to be. She preferred to hide in the fog, where she could become nearly invisible and remain alone and unseen. To be out in the open meant anything or anyone in the forest could see her, while she would be alone with only the downward winds to alert her to impending figures.
Ivali, her only friend came up soundlessly beside her. The small mule deer was barely half her height, but her quiet, gentle, and skittish personality suited Rheala quite well for the little brown doe would be the first to note dangers that Rhea would otherwise miss.
The Morning was still young, only faint rays of dawn leaked through the thick cover of fog that masked the clearing and perforated the forest. It seemed safe, quiet as a tomb, blanketed by fresh snow which had fallen the night before.
Rheala's anxious breath gathered before her face in thick flumes which rose and dissipated in the brisk winter air.
She put her faith to the wind and stepped forward. Ears flicked intensely from side to side, to forward, and then to back, repeating the motion endlessly as the young white mare cautiously put one foot in front of the other.
Ivali followed suit, scenting the air and looking about with a guarded eye. She would follow Rhea wherever she went, and for the otherwise solitary mare, the young doe's company was greatly welcomed as a soul she could trust.
White eyes caught a flicker to the left and her pace immediately stiffened as she raised her head high to the winds, ears directed towards the western edge of the clearing, but nothing moved further. No sounds, no scents and Rhea dismissed it as a spook. They often did that, hiding in the corners of her vision where only her peripheral could make them out, and Ivali who could not see such things did not seem worried beyond what little scare the mare's sudden jerk had given her.
Ears and eyes alert for dangers, the paranoid Rheala trudged further until her steps led her to the base of the tree. It's trunk was unnaturally thick, its boughs reaching high for the heavens, and reflecting leaves hidden by snow which never seemed to wilt and die. It glowed in the early dawn, and a sense of peace filled the skittish white mare, allowing her a calm deep breath while Ivali took to grazing on the meadow grass not far off.
Beneath the great tree, Rhea seemed at ease. She did not feel threatened or worried, and the burdens of socialization and fears related to it seemed to fade away. For a moment she even envisioned her voice, nearing the surface of her throat as if finally she had found it again.
Gathering a deep cold breath of morning air, she braced herself to speak...
...for the first time in over three years.
Ivali, her only friend came up soundlessly beside her. The small mule deer was barely half her height, but her quiet, gentle, and skittish personality suited Rheala quite well for the little brown doe would be the first to note dangers that Rhea would otherwise miss.
The Morning was still young, only faint rays of dawn leaked through the thick cover of fog that masked the clearing and perforated the forest. It seemed safe, quiet as a tomb, blanketed by fresh snow which had fallen the night before.
Rheala's anxious breath gathered before her face in thick flumes which rose and dissipated in the brisk winter air.
She put her faith to the wind and stepped forward. Ears flicked intensely from side to side, to forward, and then to back, repeating the motion endlessly as the young white mare cautiously put one foot in front of the other.
Ivali followed suit, scenting the air and looking about with a guarded eye. She would follow Rhea wherever she went, and for the otherwise solitary mare, the young doe's company was greatly welcomed as a soul she could trust.
White eyes caught a flicker to the left and her pace immediately stiffened as she raised her head high to the winds, ears directed towards the western edge of the clearing, but nothing moved further. No sounds, no scents and Rhea dismissed it as a spook. They often did that, hiding in the corners of her vision where only her peripheral could make them out, and Ivali who could not see such things did not seem worried beyond what little scare the mare's sudden jerk had given her.
Ears and eyes alert for dangers, the paranoid Rheala trudged further until her steps led her to the base of the tree. It's trunk was unnaturally thick, its boughs reaching high for the heavens, and reflecting leaves hidden by snow which never seemed to wilt and die. It glowed in the early dawn, and a sense of peace filled the skittish white mare, allowing her a calm deep breath while Ivali took to grazing on the meadow grass not far off.
Beneath the great tree, Rhea seemed at ease. She did not feel threatened or worried, and the burdens of socialization and fears related to it seemed to fade away. For a moment she even envisioned her voice, nearing the surface of her throat as if finally she had found it again.
Gathering a deep cold breath of morning air, she braced herself to speak...
...for the first time in over three years.
