Post by Indi on Dec 28, 2023 10:43:59 GMT -7
To say that Flicka was struggling with the fact that Camden was gone would be an understatement of indescribable proportions. Considering how long it had taken to truly open up to him, to trust him in ways that she had not known how to trust any stallion for as long as she could remember... perhaps it was hardly surprising just how massive a hole in her life his absence had left. The bay Icelandic tried not to allow it to consume her wholly. After all, she had her daughters. They needed her. Poor little Zarine in particular, who would never have the opportunity to get to know her heroic father. Besides, she did not want them to worry about her, though unfortunately she was not blind to the way Abbey had taken to hovering a bit. Her eldest daughter clearly was worried, despite how much Flicka would have preferred not burdening either one of her daughters with the struggles she was having. Abbey had already endured so much from the earliest moments of her life. That span of time after meeting the vilely deceptive Egzalt and then "gifted" to the awful Incarious... she knew that period of time had left inner scars upon her daughter, just as they had scarred Flicka herself.
Giving herself an inward shake, Flicka focused her attention on her surroundings. Abbey had gone out for a couple hours, a spring in her step that had been absent for a while now. Her daughter had encountered Karson a short while previous, purely by chance, and it seemed they had arranged to meet up again. It was almost... strange, observing her daughter take part in what was really quite normal activity and behaviour; back when she was still taking sanctuary in Mount Vigilum and Camden had been working at gaining her trust, their relationship had been far from normal. Still, she was very glad to see that Abbey was happy. It was high time her daughter found happiness in the world, even if painful events seemed quite eager to stalk their little family.
Zarine, in the meantime, was napping in the afternoon sun after a morning of dashing about, playing with her sister and other youngsters living in Shadow Canyon. Flicka could see where her daughter slept, ensuring that nothing menacing could approach without her knowing first. Which left the petite bay femmora with nothing much to do to keep herself -- and especially her mind -- occupied. It was always easier to deal with the pain haunting her when she could throw herself into looking after her daughters -- which conversely meant she really was not taking as much care of herself as she should have been -- but when she did not have them to focus upon... Keeping the pain at bay always became suddenly far more difficult.
Therefore, despite her nigh instinctive anxiety around stallions, Flicka was almost relieved when the sight of another individual captured her attention. Almost. Except, given she did not often socialize with others in the herd, she was not entirely sure if the equine approaching was a fellow member or a stranger and whether that should be a concern or not. She knew that she ought to call out a greeting, except... words seemed less than eager to escape her larynx, now that she realized how close they were. That familiar old sense of fear, instilled by far too many horrific experiences, left the Icelandic femme rooted in place, suddenly absorbed in staring at the layer of snow at their hooves. Maybe she was not so relieved to see another individual after all...
Character;; Flicka
Tagged;; Open
Notes;; <3
Timeline;; She is 12 years old; midday, mid-winter.