It'd been a few months since the birth of my twin sons, and several months since my arrival to Royalty. Between Spring and now, I'd become a Queen and a mother of two at a young age. I was probably doomed from the start, anyways.
Copper splashes stand out vibrantly against the white of my body and the green grass, as pale gold and fiery auburn curls flicker in the Fall breeze. Soon the grass would die, and we'd have to struggle through Winter. But what land didn't? Fierce blue eyes survey the flat sections of Avalon quietly from a higher hill, with Koalvolt snoozing at my hooves. I had my doubts to where Tyhraone was, but I knew he wouldn't leave. He was probably hiding within the thicker parts of the grasses, like usual.
My tassels snap as I flick them in brief frustration. Those brief moments were common as of late, because I had yet gathered atleast two members outside of my lineage. It was only Kismet, Luke, my sons and myself, and I was growing to be increasingly impatient with the outside world. Had Avalon gone unnoticed? While other lands flourish and foals are brought into the world, Avalon silently withered. It made me think I'd brought my doomed fate with me whenever I'd left my homeland over a year ago.
Until copper audda flicker forward, as fierce blue hues catch something within the distance. Movement, which disturbs me to a degree. Rousting my son, I take a lofty trot down the hill towards the movement - only to find a stallion. I stop several paces away, copper audda flicker back briefly as I feel Koalvolt's own black-and-white frame brush by my back legs, so that he could duck underneath my stomach.
"Welcome to the Plains. I'm Spirit Dancer, Queen of Avalon. What brings you here?" I ask, my voice quivered ever-so slightly, because I sound so young to my own audda, yet the command in my question couldn't be ignored.