I realize that I neglected to post a follow-up of what happened to Kamaria, so...
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Unbeknownst to Skyherd, Kamaria had been absent now for a month. At first, she was offended that not a single soul noticed, but something - or, someone - made her forget Skyherd almost entirely.
The clouds rolled across the dull gray sky, shrouding the sun, a veil of darkness enveloping the valley. Cold winds billowed through the lush, green carpet of clovers, biting at Kamaria's skin under her thin coat. Her short, banded mane ruffled precariously against the violent winds, and she picked up her pace to a swift canter when she heard the resounding boom of thunder from behind the mountains; she knew it would be a matter of time before the storm made it's way over to her. "Lost," she muttered crossly, breathless with exasperation. She still didn't know her way around Skyherd's lands very well, and when she wandered off to find better grasses than the dry, parched meadows, she'd gone so far that couldn't find her way back.
She was miles away from home now, and rain poured from the clouds in spates, soaking her striped pelt. Her teeth chattered and she shivered violently, panting hard as her legs became weary. Startled when lightning streaked across the backdrop of black, she sprang into the air with a kick, dropping gracelessly to the ground and slipping on the wet grass, falling to her side and rolling down the hill, until - Crash! - she landed in the flooding stream, her head striking against the smooth stones at the bottom. Sounds ebbed away, her vision became hazy and slowly faded, everything enveloped in black as the stream's cold flow rushed over her limp body. An odd pulling sensation on her legs momentarily stirred her to half-conciousness.
As she slitted her black eyes open, she saw two blurred figures in front of her, seemingly dancing from side to side in her dizzy trance. She stirred and shook her head to clear her muzzy vision, cocking it slightly watching as the two silhouettes merged into one. Suddenly, staring right at her, were the most mind-penetrating blue eyes she'd ever seen. "You all right there, miss?" the beast bellowed in his deep voice. "Ahhh!" she shrieked, lurching away from the beast; a handsome stallion with an undefiled silver pelt, and a peculiar alabaster mane that reflected the entire color spectrum. "Woah there!" he called, muffled by the myriad of falling rain, the rushing stream, and the creaking tree boughs. "Don't worry," he soothed, "I'm not here to hurt you." She struggled to make eye contact with him, instead staring bemusedly at the spiraling horn in the center of his head. He shifted his head in many directions, raising a brow as he watched her wide-eyed gaze follow it. "Oh!" a hearty chuckle echoed within his throat. "It's my horn, isn't it." She nodded stiffly in reply, simpering coyly. "Come with me, let's get you to shelter," he beckoned her with the sway of his arched neck, his long, drenched mane sticking to his pelt. "Oh, and you can call me Theron."
The dream ran through her mind as she napped under the shade of a willow tree, the memory of meeting him weeks before bringing a faint smile to her face as she slept.
"Maria?" called a familiar voice; there was only one person who ever affectionately referred to her by this name. She grinned. "Ron?" she moaned in response, squinting up at his silhouette as the afternoon sun blared into view. "Wake up, sleepyhead! You've been asleep there all day!" he laughed good-heartedly, gently nudging her side. "I'm up, I'm up!" she giggled, pressing her feet into the soil and heaving herself to all four hooves. "What's the hurry?" she asked as she stifled a yawn. "Ohhh, nothing, I guess," he dismissed the comment with a shrug, "How is the foal?" A smile graced her face, "Great! The little bugger isn't so little anymore." The silver stallion's golden hooves tapped in a slight waltz, and Kamaria laughed at his childlike excitement and folly. "Well? D'ya think the day's comin'?" he asked, nuzzling her cheek and eyeing her intently. "Yes!" she chuckled, rolling her eyes.
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Unbeknownst to Skyherd, Kamaria had been absent now for a month. At first, she was offended that not a single soul noticed, but something - or, someone - made her forget Skyherd almost entirely.
The clouds rolled across the dull gray sky, shrouding the sun, a veil of darkness enveloping the valley. Cold winds billowed through the lush, green carpet of clovers, biting at Kamaria's skin under her thin coat. Her short, banded mane ruffled precariously against the violent winds, and she picked up her pace to a swift canter when she heard the resounding boom of thunder from behind the mountains; she knew it would be a matter of time before the storm made it's way over to her. "Lost," she muttered crossly, breathless with exasperation. She still didn't know her way around Skyherd's lands very well, and when she wandered off to find better grasses than the dry, parched meadows, she'd gone so far that couldn't find her way back.
She was miles away from home now, and rain poured from the clouds in spates, soaking her striped pelt. Her teeth chattered and she shivered violently, panting hard as her legs became weary. Startled when lightning streaked across the backdrop of black, she sprang into the air with a kick, dropping gracelessly to the ground and slipping on the wet grass, falling to her side and rolling down the hill, until - Crash! - she landed in the flooding stream, her head striking against the smooth stones at the bottom. Sounds ebbed away, her vision became hazy and slowly faded, everything enveloped in black as the stream's cold flow rushed over her limp body. An odd pulling sensation on her legs momentarily stirred her to half-conciousness.
As she slitted her black eyes open, she saw two blurred figures in front of her, seemingly dancing from side to side in her dizzy trance. She stirred and shook her head to clear her muzzy vision, cocking it slightly watching as the two silhouettes merged into one. Suddenly, staring right at her, were the most mind-penetrating blue eyes she'd ever seen. "You all right there, miss?" the beast bellowed in his deep voice. "Ahhh!" she shrieked, lurching away from the beast; a handsome stallion with an undefiled silver pelt, and a peculiar alabaster mane that reflected the entire color spectrum. "Woah there!" he called, muffled by the myriad of falling rain, the rushing stream, and the creaking tree boughs. "Don't worry," he soothed, "I'm not here to hurt you." She struggled to make eye contact with him, instead staring bemusedly at the spiraling horn in the center of his head. He shifted his head in many directions, raising a brow as he watched her wide-eyed gaze follow it. "Oh!" a hearty chuckle echoed within his throat. "It's my horn, isn't it." She nodded stiffly in reply, simpering coyly. "Come with me, let's get you to shelter," he beckoned her with the sway of his arched neck, his long, drenched mane sticking to his pelt. "Oh, and you can call me Theron."
The dream ran through her mind as she napped under the shade of a willow tree, the memory of meeting him weeks before bringing a faint smile to her face as she slept.
"Maria?" called a familiar voice; there was only one person who ever affectionately referred to her by this name. She grinned. "Ron?" she moaned in response, squinting up at his silhouette as the afternoon sun blared into view. "Wake up, sleepyhead! You've been asleep there all day!" he laughed good-heartedly, gently nudging her side. "I'm up, I'm up!" she giggled, pressing her feet into the soil and heaving herself to all four hooves. "What's the hurry?" she asked as she stifled a yawn. "Ohhh, nothing, I guess," he dismissed the comment with a shrug, "How is the foal?" A smile graced her face, "Great! The little bugger isn't so little anymore." The silver stallion's golden hooves tapped in a slight waltz, and Kamaria laughed at his childlike excitement and folly. "Well? D'ya think the day's comin'?" he asked, nuzzling her cheek and eyeing her intently. "Yes!" she chuckled, rolling her eyes.
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