Post by Ashleigh825 on Mar 21, 2010 13:51:36 GMT -5
((OOC: I was itching to start posting, so sorry if I mess something up. I'm an experienced roleplayer but have never been part of this kind of roleplay community before, so delete, move, and/or blow up thread as you will, Crow'sia!))
Niamh stretched her neck forward as far as she could to loosen up tense muscles before snorting and shaking dust and debris from her forelock and mane.
It's beautiful today, she thought, looking up at the blazing summer sky. Though the weather was indeed lovely, it sent painful memories to her mind. Memories of losing her family. She sighed and closed her eyes, willing the dramatic images to go away. Think of something else, she told herself firmly.
Her thoughts drifted to Ciaran, but that was painful, too. I left him in good hands, she reminded herself. I'm too young to care for young of my own. Finbar is taking good care of him. He is his father, after all. What kind of life could Ciaran have had with me, anyway? Wandering from place to place with no purpose, never being able to make friends because his nomad mother would drag him from everyone he cared about sooner or later. He has a herd and a proper family with his father, Niamh assured herself.
She trotted over to a small pond in one of the small valleys called The Graveyards for a drink. Most horses only came here to pay their respects to lost loved ones and then moved on, afraid of staying too long where spirits may be lingering, but this was Niamh's home. She was comfortable here amongst the quiet murmurings of wandering spirits. The stillness allowed her to think clearly.
Niamh stretched her neck forward as far as she could to loosen up tense muscles before snorting and shaking dust and debris from her forelock and mane.
It's beautiful today, she thought, looking up at the blazing summer sky. Though the weather was indeed lovely, it sent painful memories to her mind. Memories of losing her family. She sighed and closed her eyes, willing the dramatic images to go away. Think of something else, she told herself firmly.
Her thoughts drifted to Ciaran, but that was painful, too. I left him in good hands, she reminded herself. I'm too young to care for young of my own. Finbar is taking good care of him. He is his father, after all. What kind of life could Ciaran have had with me, anyway? Wandering from place to place with no purpose, never being able to make friends because his nomad mother would drag him from everyone he cared about sooner or later. He has a herd and a proper family with his father, Niamh assured herself.
She trotted over to a small pond in one of the small valleys called The Graveyards for a drink. Most horses only came here to pay their respects to lost loved ones and then moved on, afraid of staying too long where spirits may be lingering, but this was Niamh's home. She was comfortable here amongst the quiet murmurings of wandering spirits. The stillness allowed her to think clearly.
