Soriams

Featuring: Aegis & Desiree Spring, Year 776 of the New Age Glenmore, The Glenwood Aegis It had become a habit to meet with the bay colored doe who had been so kind as to save him that night in the fog, and Aegis had actually grown to enjoy their time together. He was still very much a youngling, not even old enough to be considered a proper buck yet, but his interest in plants and herbs was insatiable and Desiree was happy, well happy enough, to indulge the chatty youngling and teach him a bit. Most of their time would be spent with him following her through the wood, albeit with far less grace, and listening to her stories and pretty much just poking his nose in everything she was doing. Thus this fine spring day was no exception, and Aegis found himself poking through the ferns and shrubs while Desiree led him deeper into the wood. Overhead, there was a symphony of bird calls and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves under a clear sky. Though the splendor of the Glenwood was mostly

Featuring: Cornwall Season: Spring 577 Words Standing in his stall with his head hanging, Cornwall let out a contented sigh. Moving at his side, was one of the handlers, grooming him after a day of work and he was absolutely soaking up the attention. He didn’t always stand still like this, and the man definitely knew his reputation because he would pause whenever he so much as grumbled or stomped a hoof. That little nip of power was intoxicating in a most delicious way and it would be a blatant lie to say he didn’t enjoy that just as much as he did the pampering his pelt was getting. Nickering softly as the stiff brush pulled the dirt from his haunches, his entire world came crashing to a broken halt when the man backed into the stall wall behind him, and with a crash a mess of straw came crashing down from the ceiling. Snorting in alarm, Cornwall danced to the side and pulled the lead to his halter tight, tossing his head and shying away, forcing the man to jump forward and grab it

Featuring: Aster Winter, Year 774 of the New Age Windborne, Between Gumtree Hollow and Windwhisper Beach Aster was starting to regret having wandered so far from the herd so late in the day. She had gone out looking for herbs, following the river westward towards the beach and time had simply slipped away from her. Before she knew it, the sun was setting over the hills in the distance and she had a long walk back ahead of her. Now on top of it all, a thick fog had rolled in and she was completely socked in. It was so thick that she could barely see the ground under her hooves and was grateful for the river burbling on her right side to help keep her pointed in the right direction. Plodding along the riverbank, Aster suddenly felt something strange in the air. What little wind there was had completely stopped, and it was eerily still and quiet even with the sound of the water next to her. Feeling the hair on her back rise, she stopped, lifting her head high and looking around

Featuring Pele Winter, Year 774 of the New Age Silverthorne, The Silver Vale Being the strong-willed and opinionated young fawn she was, Pele utterly refused to go to bed. No, she wasn’t tired and no she wouldn’t lay down for just a minute. Thus the rambunctious fawn was still prancing in circles around her mother when the fog started to roll in. Young as she was, she had never seen anything like it, and it was quite amusing the way the lowland cloud rand from her hooves when she stomped. Yelling at it had some small effect too, but the combination of both was where the true entertainment value came in. If she kicked her feet just so, it made the fog raise up towards her face, then she could yell at it and it would flee her mighty voice like the coward it was. One could only imagine the delight of her parents to have not only a fawn that wouldn’t settle but one that was now bent on stomping and screaming into the fog. The only saving grace of the situation was that the thick fog

Featuring: Aegis & Desiree Winter, Year 774 of the New Age Glenmore, The Glenwood, not far from the Royal Glades Desiree The fog was strange. All fog had an odd quality to it, but this one felt too thick, not quite natural. Still, Desiree was restless and was determined to at least fully stretch her legs. She had chosen to walk towards the small forest near the den her mother had chosen for the season. The foolish doe was still hopeful her daughter would change her beliefs and settle down with a 'handsome' stag. And so Desiree's mother had chosen a miraculously vacant den near the Royal Glades. As if she'd suddenly fall for one of those sexist idiots! Desiree huffed and was ready to mutter her thoughts of the situation aloud when a distant noise caught her attention. Immediately stilling, ears swiveling, she waited for the sound to come again. It was nothing like she'd ever heard before. Which was odd. Especially given the supposed safety and predictability of the area. The sound

Featuring: Aegis Spring, Year 755 of the New Age Glennmore, The Glennwood, not far from the Royal Glades Today was the day and Aegis was on top of the world He literally ould not stop prancing on his tiny hooves, treading between the legs of his mom and skipping in circles when she shooed him out. He had just celebrated his second birthday a few days ago and was now grown up enough to go off and play on his own. Of course, it wasn’t really all that far away, and he wasn’t out of sight of Atelier’s watchful gaze, but he’d be allowed to walk there himself! All by himself! And oh, he had just the place in mind that he wanted to go. The very moment he was given permission, Aegis was off and galloping across the glade with the abandon that only a young colt could possess. Aegis stopped on the edge of a small clearing, lifting his head and tossing his tail as he drew in a deep breath, taking in the sweet scent of flowers that permeated the air. This was one of his favorite spots, a sunny