//Gossamer Heart [open] May 1, 2021 5:06:42 GMT -7
Post by Indi on May 1, 2021 5:06:42 GMT -7
More than a full year had passed since the disappearance of her father and Artemis knew that most at this point likely held little in the way of expectation that he would ever be found. Alive, at least. Did anyone outside of her family even look anymore? That... was probably unfair of her to be thinking. After all, other equines had their own lives to deal with, their own problems to focus on. Aranu had been a renowned king, but that was not enough for the whole world to stop revolving until he was found. Besides, she knew well enough that there were others outside of her family still maintaining a vigilant search. Aearion's mentor, Thor's Storm, along with her son and a young stallion who seemed to have become something of an adopted son had been diligently searching just as long as everyone in her family. It just... was hard when it often seemed like no one cared anymore. The world had moved on, her father relegated to a memory, a regretful "too bad he's gone" and nothing more. Gone just like Malachite. Harks twitched backward, not in hostility but as if the buckskin were braced for a blow. An invisible blow that always struck when her mind strayed to Mal.
The handsome chestnut sabino overo had been gone even longer than her father. Vanished just as thoroughly, just as mysteriously. Had they met the same fate, whatever that fate might be? At first, when Mal had disappeared, she had almost wondered if it was some kind of familial thing. First Mal's brother, Karthus had vanished - not long after his mate, Raen, had become pregnant - and then Mal's father had disappeared, and then Mal himself. Except her father was not related to any of them. What explanation there could be for what had happened to any of the vanished stallions, Art had not the slightest notion, but it was really rather disturbing, to say the least. Quite frankly, she had worried for her children, but though all four had various health issues, none had up and vanished thus far in their three years of life. And at least just yet, none seemed eager to fly the nest even at their age. Much as seeing them still brought her a measure of pain, reminded of their vanished father, they were still precious to her and if anything ever happened to any of them...
Giving herself a shake, as if such a motion could cast off all the negative thoughts and feelings that plagued her, the buckskin continued navigating forward. Art was not one hundred percent certain of where she was, limbs having carried her further than she had originally intended whilst her mind was otherwise occupied. However, no matter where she might be, she kept an eye out for anything that might hold clues to the whereabouts of her father. It might be unlikely that anything of that nature could be found, but after all, he had not given up looking for her and her twin as soon as he had known they existed. She was not about to give up on him either.
Nor was she entirely willing to give up on Malachite quite yet either...
Timeline;; Mid-morning, spring-time; she is 7 years old.