of spring and laughter

Ever Mayawyn · 03-28-2011, 10:56 PM

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Going through her duties the past few days was more than painfully regular. The expanse of time since she was stuck in bed recovering had not yet been fulfilled with what she missed. Her wrist that had taken the fall had healed nicely, but this was in her own opinion.

She couldn’t recall from whom, but someone had claimed that a new Apothecary was named in Dahlia de Mai. At first the news was just news to her, but after a few days of dealing with the stiffness of her wrist, Ever decided to pay a visit.

As usual, the silver female awoke early when the sun was just casting colors on the ocean water. Saphraine stood by, dozing in the golden dusk of the morning, but became alert as soon as the soft sound of the door closing filled the air. Together, they rode to the stables and fed and watered the horses. With a smile on her face, Ever promised to come by later in the afternoon to groom them.

It was warming up steadily as spring neared, pushing up buds and painting the tips with pale pinks. By now the sun was nearly in the sky and began to attract tufts of clouds tinted with orange and red. Ever pointed her muzzle upwards to admire the season’s beauty. She had plenty of time to enjoy the beginning of spring’s song since neither her or her golden steed had a perfect idea of where Dahlia de Mai was.

Upon coming close to the border, Ever slowed Saphraine to a gentle walk. She could feel her pulse begin to quicken at the thought of being attacked from trespassing. As the scent of the Dahlian’s became stronger, the girl stopped her stallion. He tossed his head in anticipation but she calmed him with a delicate touch of her fingers. It felt odd, being so close to somewhere the hybrid was unfamiliar with, so she decided to wait, stretching out along Saphraine’s silk of a mane.

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