Post by Indi on Jan 4, 2024 8:30:54 GMT -7
Despite the icy grip of winter that held much of the lands in frozen thrall, there was no sign of any such thing as Native Dancer set hoof in Eden. It never failed to fascinate the buckskin femmora, the way Eden's weather never seemed to change or alter, beyond only the slightest of variations. Despite the number of occasions she had found herself in this place, not once could she recall the environs being at all inhospitable. Always lovely, Eden was, with verdant greens and colourful blooms. No sign of frost or snow to be found in any corner of this locale.
Not that Nati had any specific aversion to snow. Well, aside from when snowfall was deep enough to hamper movement. Which did not take all that much in her case, given she was not a particularly tall, long-legged sort. If there had ever been anything about her father or most of her siblings she might have envied, it was probably their stature, rather than any supposed fame or power they thought themselves to have accumulated. A soft sigh escaped her, as it always inevitably did when thoughts turned to her family, especially her father. There had been little love for him while he lived amongst the population of Wild Equines, given the kind of stallion he had been, yet... he was her father and she missed him. What of her siblings? How many yet lived? Of those she had been close to, few remained, but she would not be surprised if others still lived. And, of course, there were the next generations, some of whom she knew and others she did not.
Shaking off the melancholy that threatened at such meanderings of thought, Nati focused her attention on her surroundings. In a time of war such as this, it was best not to get too distracted. Of course, in Eden she at least did not have to worry about being attacked, as Eden itself would not allow such a thing. A slight smile touched her lips at the memory of another occasion she had set hoof in Eden. An event open to all who called the lands home, it was probably inevitable that such a gathering had the potential to bring two feuding enemies face to face. Observing their interactions, feeling they might well come to blows if intervention was not made, she had placed herself between the two and sought to mediate. Or, at the very least, cool tempers down from the boiling point they seemed to have been at. Despite being quite dwarfed by both stallions and having completely forgotten that Eden would not allow the two to fight, she had not hesitated.
On the up side, it had gotten the attention of others, a reminder that the Vigilum existed. And even inspired an observer at the Event to join. Zana's Rose had since retired and Nati hoped that the inky mare was doing well. It had been a while since the last time she'd had the opportunity to chat with Zana. Perhaps one of these days she should seek the other mare out and see how she was doing?
For now, however, Nati was curious about what information she might glean here and now with her visit today in Eden.
Character;; Native Dancer
Tagged;; fleabittengray w/Rasa
Notes;; Rasa & Nati thread as per Discord search ^_^
Timeline;; She is 17 yrs; afternoon, winter