Arah HAPPINESS CAN AWLWAYS BE FOUND EVEN IN THE DARKEST OF TIMES; IF ONE ONLY REMEMBERS TO TURN ON THE LIGHT
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his land had so many strange scents. The doe tipped her crown back and inhaled deeply. The familiar sweetness of nature was there but mixed with it she smelt others and their foreignness. Or perhaps she was the only one who smelt odd. The salty sea scent still clung to her coat from her dramatic dip a few days ago. In time, she supposed, she would grow used to the scents of her new home. The introduction to the dawn court had taken her breath away, never before had she seen such a construction. It was truely breathtaking to stand so far above the ground. A small taste, she fancied, of what Pegasus must feel when in flight so far above the world. Somewhere deep down the bond Wynter chuckled. The griffin had already fashioned herself a perch in the living quarters. To the griffin’s mind, she deserved nothing less than an equine. The silver doe had to agree. Arah had awoken with a eagerness to explore the truth depths of the vast library but Wynter had insisted they stretch their wings or legs respectively. So Arah had relented and left the city rather early, heading down and out into the wilderness. The forest was truely alive and absolutely brimming with flowers. They came in so many shades and colours, varieties the doe was unfamiliar with greeted her. It was all so new and terribly exciting.
Ahead she heard rushing water, a clear indication that this part of the land had experienced heavy rainfall recently. Exiting through the trees she came upon the water, she could see across to the other side though the crossing did look somewhat hazardous. Wynter, showing off in a way that was so familiar it was comforting, landed on the other side. ‘Tul- bu.’ Commanded the impatient woman. Sighing Arah eased herself into the stream and began a careful crossing. The amount of water she’d been entering recently was somewhat ridiculous. Though this fresher water might be a good way to wash out her cloak. Perhaps tomorrow she would bring it back and give it a thorough wash. The cold waters splashed over her chest, but she passed over the halfway point and eased onto the other bank, ”Cin are conn- in cín iar anrand." She joked to the bird. The only response she received was an indignant ruffling of feathers and a haughty glance. Laughing Arah shook out her coat, spraying the droplets onto the griffin. Annoyed Wynter spread her wings wide and soared up into the skies. The doe sighed and shook her head, "don’t worry, my friend. Me too." Enough time had passed in Arah’s existence to know that she was no longer young. Now she was a mature woman, experienced and more sure in her ways. How was it possible that sometimes she felt as if centuries had passed and other times she felt as if no time had passed at all? In the end time played games with everyone.
As the morning faded away to almost midday the doe continued her slow trek through the light foliage. Since being reunited with Wynter a calm had filled her. So no longer was filled with the overwhelming urge to do, fight, experience. For now she was far more content with just being. Perhaps in time that would change but for now it was more than enough. Enough of a drive to experience and enjoy her new home to it’s full potential.
