Softly, daggers padded upon the soft sands. The crown of a chestnut fae could be seen from a distance, her eyes bright. She smiled, grateful, so grateful that she had been offered a home along the coast in the first place. Both king and beta had offered her this, but she had chosen a road of power - a road of love. Ivory flecked her silky pelt as she moved about, searching for him, wanting him to see what ran with her. Her neck was held low, in respect for not only her king but the lands themselves.
Beside her, ran a filly; she was of such simple grace and beauty. "Gloria," her mother whispered, looking down at her, tears in her eyes at just the view of her daughter. The ivory and golden faced filly looked innocently up to her mother, question in her soft light green eyes. "We're here," she said, looking over the horizon. As of today, Monila decided that her second daughter did not need to know that Sorrel was not her father. The truth was, little Gloria would never know him. She didn't want to.
"Sorrel," Monila whispered with glee filling every note of her words. She moved faster and faster, more anxiously. They were home to stay, and it was something amazing - just to have a home for once. Tiana, Gloria's sister, was in Faoi Thionchar, with Cadifor. She had mate now, and Monila was happy for her. Her daughter had found love.
He knew she was returning to him, though the foal she'd left to have was not his own, he would still see it was his own anyway. Monila though was his now, and that was something that made him very pleased. He decided to start moving to greet her, and it was not long before their eyes met across the sand. He reared, greeting her with a joyful whinney before dropping onto all four legs and moving once more at a swift canter towards them.
Monila moved gracefully to meet him upon the wonderful sands, the sands of peace. His chestnut form was handsome to her, and she loved every aspect of it, every little hue that was combined within it. The older fae was just as happy as her king, although she was usually relaxed and even tempered. Faster and faster she moved, noticing that she was galloping to him, the wind flowing through her ivory tresses. "Sorrel!" she said joyfully, stopping before him. The fae nuzzled his shoulder happily. "It is so great to see you again," she said. When she was gone, into the caves of the coast, she had not seen him for nearly a month. Monila felt as if her life had nearly ended without him.
Bringing herself down to her collected, organized self she smiled down to the golden filly. "This is Gloria," she said softly, expecting Sorrel to act like he was her father. Such a young filly did not need to know the truth, not yet. Hopefully, the attitude and raising of Monila would transfer into the young one. Sorrel would help with that, she knew.
The golden and ivory fae stepped forward to her father, smiling up with her light lime hued eyes. "Hello, father," she said softly, touching her pink nose to his. Gloria was calmer, like her mother and father, but she was young too. Gloria still loved to play! The golden filly ran around her father and to the sea, splashing in it playfully. She already loved her home.
He smiled down at the little filly and though he knew that she was never his own, he still smiled and gently touched his own nose hers. "Hello my dear," he said, voice warm with love as he looked at her. She was such a pretty little thing and he knew that Monila would be very proud of her. He himself was.
The liquid, light green eyes looked up to her proposed father as she smiled brightly. Nuzzling him, she wanted to learn already. Stamping a small dagger, she ran around him again, keeping her gaze upon him. Short tresses of ivory and gold whipped around in the wind, but they had not lengthened themselves yet. They still stood erect, like the tresses of most foals her age. It was expected of the young, energetic filly.
Monila had noticed at first that she craved knowledge just as much as her mother. Surprisingly, Gloria was even more like her mother than Tiana had been. The father of her was mostly a light golden one, with some bits of ivory upon him. It was not nearly as much as his daughter had. In particular, Gloria's true father was not one of evil. Truly, he was just a stallion that wished to spread his bloodlines around. Before Monila's forcing, he had told her that the only reason he was doing this was because he needed more of his royal bloodlines in the world. Monila had thought it selfish of him, but that was life. It was how it worked.
Would there ever be a filly as pretty as this one in his lands? Not really likely. though he knew that Dark Sunrise would be back any day now with their foal.
"You'll have a freind soon, Gloria," he said. Then to Monila he added, "Dark Sunrise will return soon and with her will be another foal. Also the heir to this land."
It would be interesting to see how the two foals would get along, even though Gloria was not related to him in the slightest. It mattered not. She was his daughter now. If the fool who was her true father came her, he would be taught a lesson.
Was not the first time Sorrel had taught another a valuable lesson. Nero had come once, and died to Sorrel for how he'd treated Lila.