The Academy: Iolar

She was a little more comfortable; a little more at home. It had not taken long for her friends to see that the young warrior had travelled to the Academy, and less time to realise that she had come with new determination and purpose. Delilah did not have the cunning of a warrior, nor the violent cravings needed to harm an opponent. Sweet and ever gentle, the young creature had strayed from those blood-stained plains- never to return. She was alone again, as the strength of the late noon storm lessened. Still the rain beat down to soak and flood the flatlands though, and it pooled and thrummed about her small neat hooves.

Delilah peered curiously around her, searching now for a horse that she had not before heard of. Iolar was to be her teacher and her guide while she settled into the quite different routine of a scholar. There was no nervousness in the flutter of her curious eyes as they crept silently across each strange new face- and often those she knew well. “Iolar.” She breathed gently into the veil of grey rain, for the peace was thick and calming and Delilah wished not to shatter this with her voice, no matter how lovely it was.

Delilah
unranked | lightning III + aurora australis | andarin