The Portal
08-13-2017, 10:15 PM
Romani
Like her son, Romani thought nothing of the strange little, singular drip that landed upon the crest of her neck, sliding through layers of thick ivory mane to absorb into her skin, hardly an inch away from the amulet that lay twisted and tied into her mane, the jewel resting upon her neck in the same place where it had for years. It itched a little, the strange little drop, but nothing to warrant any unnecessary attention. Instead, Romani's focus was on the path ahead, of keeping a cautionary eye on Tristan, their remaining Companions, and Destrier. They had already lost enough to carelessness, and she was not about to let that number grow.
There was a lot that they would need to discuss, she and her mate, topics that weren't suitable for the ears of little Princes. Tristan would not understand. He was growing older, yes, having passed the day of his second year, but he was still innocent. Sheltered, almost. Not that she nor Destrier helped those matters much. Romani had lost a daughter to the mysteries of the world, and Destrier had lost both a daughter and a son. They cherished their boy and, while not forcing him into seclusion, rarely let him out of their watchful gazes without the company of one of their Companions. It had normally been Suli, the little green taking to the sooty colt with a profound love for one she was not bonded with, but now that the dragon was gone... The Haflinger gave a shake of her head, not wishing to think on it.
"Then we'll begin our search here, and move on if we cannot find anyone. Surely we aren't the only ones of our herd to have made it through." There had to be more. There had to be. While they had not been familiar with the inner workings of their herd since Tristan's birth, she had the inkling that there were safety in numbers in such a strange, new world. Hopefully soon, they could find someone familiar.
At Tristan's innocent, lighthearted inquiry, Romani's dark lips twisted upwards into a genuine smile, the azure depths of her eyes growing warm as she glanced to the side to regard the inquisitive colt. "Ah, well... I imagine that there are all sorts of wonders here, Tristan. Just as there are wonders in every world and realm, they must be found, and -"
No sooner had the mare spoken, however, that her words cut off with a pained hiss, the subtle itch of her neck beginning to grow, and then burn from where the Moon amulet rested upon the flesh of her neck. She halted in her tracks, hooves rooted to the spot and tossing her head as though the action alone would alleviate the burning sensation. If anything, it only grew, the burning hot and agonizing. At her side, Kasai halted as well, the large cat throwing a frantic gaze towards Destrier as she paced and prowled nervously at the mare's forelegs. What was happening? What was causing her bondmate to react so negatively and in so much distress?
There, upon the golden-red maiden's neck, the Moon amulet threaded in her mane seemed to absorb itself into the skin on her neck, pulsing and throbbing and transforming into not an amulet, but an embedded, amethyst gem. The burning continued until it seemed that the absorption was complete, the flesh around the gem blistered and raw, and Romani let out a pained sort of grunt as it finally began to ebb away into a dull, throbbing ache.
"What in the...?" The question died off, for she couldn't see what had happened, but Gods if she could feel it. Twisting her head around, trying to catch a glimpse as to what was causing such pain, Romani grit her teeth, ears pinning flat against her crown, and a slight sheen of sweat perspiring amidst golden-red hairs. "Des?"
There was a lot that they would need to discuss, she and her mate, topics that weren't suitable for the ears of little Princes. Tristan would not understand. He was growing older, yes, having passed the day of his second year, but he was still innocent. Sheltered, almost. Not that she nor Destrier helped those matters much. Romani had lost a daughter to the mysteries of the world, and Destrier had lost both a daughter and a son. They cherished their boy and, while not forcing him into seclusion, rarely let him out of their watchful gazes without the company of one of their Companions. It had normally been Suli, the little green taking to the sooty colt with a profound love for one she was not bonded with, but now that the dragon was gone... The Haflinger gave a shake of her head, not wishing to think on it.
"Then we'll begin our search here, and move on if we cannot find anyone. Surely we aren't the only ones of our herd to have made it through." There had to be more. There had to be. While they had not been familiar with the inner workings of their herd since Tristan's birth, she had the inkling that there were safety in numbers in such a strange, new world. Hopefully soon, they could find someone familiar.
At Tristan's innocent, lighthearted inquiry, Romani's dark lips twisted upwards into a genuine smile, the azure depths of her eyes growing warm as she glanced to the side to regard the inquisitive colt. "Ah, well... I imagine that there are all sorts of wonders here, Tristan. Just as there are wonders in every world and realm, they must be found, and -"
No sooner had the mare spoken, however, that her words cut off with a pained hiss, the subtle itch of her neck beginning to grow, and then burn from where the Moon amulet rested upon the flesh of her neck. She halted in her tracks, hooves rooted to the spot and tossing her head as though the action alone would alleviate the burning sensation. If anything, it only grew, the burning hot and agonizing. At her side, Kasai halted as well, the large cat throwing a frantic gaze towards Destrier as she paced and prowled nervously at the mare's forelegs. What was happening? What was causing her bondmate to react so negatively and in so much distress?
There, upon the golden-red maiden's neck, the Moon amulet threaded in her mane seemed to absorb itself into the skin on her neck, pulsing and throbbing and transforming into not an amulet, but an embedded, amethyst gem. The burning continued until it seemed that the absorption was complete, the flesh around the gem blistered and raw, and Romani let out a pained sort of grunt as it finally began to ebb away into a dull, throbbing ache.
"What in the...?" The question died off, for she couldn't see what had happened, but Gods if she could feel it. Twisting her head around, trying to catch a glimpse as to what was causing such pain, Romani grit her teeth, ears pinning flat against her crown, and a slight sheen of sweat perspiring amidst golden-red hairs. "Des?"
What is that quest that pulls me onward
My heart is full when you are by my side
@Destrier - <3
