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It is important to note, that the appearance of Aethelstan is not quite acurate. Aila kinda remembers him with fluffy hair, but his mane is never this long I guess - but well, who does not enjoy some cuddeling (especially if Mum was too busy for that lately)?
I could forgive myself to have skipped on certain parts of that guy (Aila would not have spent attention on that anyway, so the pic of her memory would be acurate), but honestly: where are his ears!?

I had the idea for this because ForrestFawns lately wrote about a fellow baconling telling him to use a song as inspiration to an rp-piece. This piece here is based or influenced or filled with emotion on, by or of this song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcQJzF…
So if you want the whole lot of emotion of this piece, listen

Featuring Aila , Sorina (lit.)(NPC doe) and Aethelstan (art)
Mentioning Princess Líosa (refering to an rp yet to come)
Summer, 765 YNA
Glenmore, The Gardens

„Mum, where would I have to go, if I was seeking a rosemary?“ Aila stuck her head into the den, blinking a couple of times to get her eyes used to the dimmed light inside the den. Sorina was preparing a poultice using dusky cattail. Aila frowned somewhat. The sight of cattail always caused her skin to think it itched. She flicked her ear to get rid of the feeling. “Oh, darling, what do you need Rosemary for?”, Sorina gave her daughter an investigating glare. The filly had seemed to be much more quiet lately, but she also acted more independently. Aila shook her mane out of her face: “Well, I just enjoy the smell of it.” She answered. She was not ready to talk to her mum about the discussions she had had with Aethel. And anyway: The memory was hers – and hers alone! Sorina kept eyeing her daughter worried. But in the end, she just had to help her develop her herbal knowledge. It was the best thing she could do for her after all. It was the best she had to give. “Well, Rosemary is usually found in Windborne only, since it need dry soil, even sandy I daresay.” Sorina left the poultice she had been working on and came over to her filly, leaving the den into the warm beams of sunlight the summer sun was bringing by now. The two settled in front of the den, even though Aila for once was not eager to hear a lesson about herbs. And she already knew something about Rosemary anyways… but she could not tell Mum unless she also talked about Stan, and she felt like she wanted to keep that for herself. So there was nothing left for her than to listen to Mum patiently. It was the price she had to pay for her new gained stubbornness and independence. For a moment she thought about Liosa. This must be how it feels for her, trying not to show she was a princess. Hide and seek somehow. Aila did not quite like it. She usually was straight forward if she trusted a person.

“Dear, are you even listening?”, her mothers voice called her back from pondering. “Uhm, yes of course,” Aila lied – AGAIN – another lie towards her mother. This was starting to be aweful! If Aethelstan knew, he would not have let her talk like this to her mother. There was a difference between not telling her Mum something and lying to her. “Well, to be honest,” she corrected herself, “I was quite distracted right now”. Sorina smiled friendly at her filly: “Oh, dear, what is bothering you?” This time Aila did not have to lie. And she decided to be frank: “Nothing, Mum. I am feeling very happy these days. I enjoy the thought about becoming a herbalist – just like you – one day. But I am just not ready to hear a lesson right now. I want to go and find Rosemary. That’s all.” Sorina blinked. It was a wonderful thought, that Aila would continue her path. She had the potential, and Sorina reckoned, that she would make a far better herbalist than herself, especially since the filly had started her training this early. “Hm, I do not think you will be able to find this beautiful herb around here. Yesterday a gardener let me know that we had far too much rain this year and that lots of forgein plants don’t grow properly. Even here in the Gardens.” That was bad news for the filly. She had certain reasons for getting Rosemary after all – and it HAD TO BE Rosemary. No other plant would do. “Awe, but Mum”, Aila bleated with a sad tone in her voice, “is there no way to get a tiny bit of rosemary, SOMEHOW?”, Aila flicked her ears when her eyes started to get somewhat watery. Crying was not the best thing she could do now. Her mother might get more curious if she did. But Sorina was not curious. She was only worried and her mother instincts made her want to help the filly more eagerly than she could control.

Sure – there was a way to get hooves on such a plant, but she was not sure if she could do it. She had always concentrated her training onto herblore. Sure she was somewhat familiar with her own magic, but she usually only used it to soften the soil for the plants in the gardens. But at least she could give it a try, right? Slowly she wrapped her tail around Aila: “Let’s see what I can do, darling. My magic is somewhat rusty, but it might work.” Now Aila was excited. Her tail twitched as she watched Sorina lowering her head to the ground which started to slowly transform. The soil dried somewhat and Aila even thought she had seen some grains of sand appearing. And then – like a little miracle – a tiny green tip rose from the soil. It slowly grew a couple of narrow leaves until it was a decent little Rosemary. The smell of it wasn’t the brightest Aila had ever sensed, nor was its height very impressive, but it was a Rosemary and it looked pretty, and Mum had grown it for her. Aila drew somewhat closer to her Mum. “Thank you”, she whispered very touched. “I love you, Mum”, she added. “Its alright, sweetheart. I love you too”, Sorina chuckled. “And now Shoo! Pick it and off you go!”, Sorina had reminded herself, that she needed to take care of her poultice if she wanted to prevent it from drying out.

Happily Aila picked the precious plant and galloped off. As she reached a space where no disturbing others were around, she lay down on the grass, tucking the Rosemary into the tip of her tail, dreamfully taking in the scent of the herb. Ah, yes! It was not surprising, this was one of Stan’s favorite plants at all. It was wonderful! Her inner eyes started to work. Aila went through everything again: The dreadful stag, chasing her, his hoof on her neck, Aethelstan’s voice showing this guy who was the master, his friendly green eyes, looking down at her, melting her fears away.

A sigh escaped the filly. If only he was here now. She wanted to cuddle herself into his mane and listen to his talks about Father Óganach and life. Yes, he knew how to look at things. And she wanted to tell him, that she had found out there was a difference between not telling something or lying about it. She wanted to know what Aethel would say to this thought. He was wise after all. Maybe he would also teach her wisdom.

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Little Aila misses Aethelstan - poor little one She is completely unaware of what is going to come.

+1 herbs - art - (commiting the scent of Rosemary to her memory)
+2 herbs - lit - 1000-1999 words - (learning somewhat more about Rosemary)

Credits:

This time I only used stock photos as references (yep, I learned my lesson).

- Thanks to the awesome Ulvar-Stock you can see the (inverted) most beautiful appearance of Aethelstan: Horse stock 15 Thank you

- Lil Aila was referenced by this wonderful pic: Anja - Lying Bay Tobiano Filly by Horselover60-Stock Thank you

- Aethelstan belongs to the stunning DodgerMD You are awesome (both: Aethelstan and 'Jack')

- Líosa belongs to Nixxily hope you see this, dear

- Fawnlings belong to Ehetere

Description
It is important to note, that the appearance of Aethelstan is not quite acurate. Aila kinda remembers him with fluffy hair, but his mane is never this long I guess - but well, who does not enjoy some cuddeling (especially if Mum was too busy for that lately)?
I could forgive myself to have skipped on certain parts of that guy (Aila would not have spent attention on that anyway, so the pic of her memory would be acurate), but honestly: where are his ears!?

I had the idea for this because ForrestFawns lately wrote about a fellow baconling telling him to use a song as inspiration to an rp-piece. This piece here is based or influenced or filled with emotion on, by or of this song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcQJzF…
So if you want the whole lot of emotion of this piece, listen

Featuring Aila , Sorina (lit.)(NPC doe) and Aethelstan (art)
Mentioning Princess Líosa (refering to an rp yet to come)
Summer, 765 YNA
Glenmore, The Gardens

„Mum, where would I have to go, if I was seeking a rosemary?“ Aila stuck her head into the den, blinking a couple of times to get her eyes used to the dimmed light inside the den. Sorina was preparing a poultice using dusky cattail. Aila frowned somewhat. The sight of cattail always caused her skin to think it itched. She flicked her ear to get rid of the feeling. “Oh, darling, what do you need Rosemary for?”, Sorina gave her daughter an investigating glare. The filly had seemed to be much more quiet lately, but she also acted more independently. Aila shook her mane out of her face: “Well, I just enjoy the smell of it.” She answered. She was not ready to talk to her mum about the discussions she had had with Aethel. And anyway: The memory was hers – and hers alone! Sorina kept eyeing her daughter worried. But in the end, she just had to help her develop her herbal knowledge. It was the best thing she could do for her after all. It was the best she had to give. “Well, Rosemary is usually found in Windborne only, since it need dry soil, even sandy I daresay.” Sorina left the poultice she had been working on and came over to her filly, leaving the den into the warm beams of sunlight the summer sun was bringing by now. The two settled in front of the den, even though Aila for once was not eager to hear a lesson about herbs. And she already knew something about Rosemary anyways… but she could not tell Mum unless she also talked about Stan, and she felt like she wanted to keep that for herself. So there was nothing left for her than to listen to Mum patiently. It was the price she had to pay for her new gained stubbornness and independence. For a moment she thought about Liosa. This must be how it feels for her, trying not to show she was a princess. Hide and seek somehow. Aila did not quite like it. She usually was straight forward if she trusted a person.

“Dear, are you even listening?”, her mothers voice called her back from pondering. “Uhm, yes of course,” Aila lied – AGAIN – another lie towards her mother. This was starting to be aweful! If Aethelstan knew, he would not have let her talk like this to her mother. There was a difference between not telling her Mum something and lying to her. “Well, to be honest,” she corrected herself, “I was quite distracted right now”. Sorina smiled friendly at her filly: “Oh, dear, what is bothering you?” This time Aila did not have to lie. And she decided to be frank: “Nothing, Mum. I am feeling very happy these days. I enjoy the thought about becoming a herbalist – just like you – one day. But I am just not ready to hear a lesson right now. I want to go and find Rosemary. That’s all.” Sorina blinked. It was a wonderful thought, that Aila would continue her path. She had the potential, and Sorina reckoned, that she would make a far better herbalist than herself, especially since the filly had started her training this early. “Hm, I do not think you will be able to find this beautiful herb around here. Yesterday a gardener let me know that we had far too much rain this year and that lots of forgein plants don’t grow properly. Even here in the Gardens.” That was bad news for the filly. She had certain reasons for getting Rosemary after all – and it HAD TO BE Rosemary. No other plant would do. “Awe, but Mum”, Aila bleated with a sad tone in her voice, “is there no way to get a tiny bit of rosemary, SOMEHOW?”, Aila flicked her ears when her eyes started to get somewhat watery. Crying was not the best thing she could do now. Her mother might get more curious if she did. But Sorina was not curious. She was only worried and her mother instincts made her want to help the filly more eagerly than she could control.

Sure – there was a way to get hooves on such a plant, but she was not sure if she could do it. She had always concentrated her training onto herblore. Sure she was somewhat familiar with her own magic, but she usually only used it to soften the soil for the plants in the gardens. But at least she could give it a try, right? Slowly she wrapped her tail around Aila: “Let’s see what I can do, darling. My magic is somewhat rusty, but it might work.” Now Aila was excited. Her tail twitched as she watched Sorina lowering her head to the ground which started to slowly transform. The soil dried somewhat and Aila even thought she had seen some grains of sand appearing. And then – like a little miracle – a tiny green tip rose from the soil. It slowly grew a couple of narrow leaves until it was a decent little Rosemary. The smell of it wasn’t the brightest Aila had ever sensed, nor was its height very impressive, but it was a Rosemary and it looked pretty, and Mum had grown it for her. Aila drew somewhat closer to her Mum. “Thank you”, she whispered very touched. “I love you, Mum”, she added. “Its alright, sweetheart. I love you too”, Sorina chuckled. “And now Shoo! Pick it and off you go!”, Sorina had reminded herself, that she needed to take care of her poultice if she wanted to prevent it from drying out.

Happily Aila picked the precious plant and galloped off. As she reached a space where no disturbing others were around, she lay down on the grass, tucking the Rosemary into the tip of her tail, dreamfully taking in the scent of the herb. Ah, yes! It was not surprising, this was one of Stan’s favorite plants at all. It was wonderful! Her inner eyes started to work. Aila went through everything again: The dreadful stag, chasing her, his hoof on her neck, Aethelstan’s voice showing this guy who was the master, his friendly green eyes, looking down at her, melting her fears away.

A sigh escaped the filly. If only he was here now. She wanted to cuddle herself into his mane and listen to his talks about Father Óganach and life. Yes, he knew how to look at things. And she wanted to tell him, that she had found out there was a difference between not telling something or lying about it. She wanted to know what Aethel would say to this thought. He was wise after all. Maybe he would also teach her wisdom.

Previous

Little Aila misses Aethelstan - poor little one She is completely unaware of what is going to come.

+1 herbs - art - (commiting the scent of Rosemary to her memory)
+2 herbs - lit - 1000-1999 words - (learning somewhat more about Rosemary)

Credits:

This time I only used stock photos as references (yep, I learned my lesson).

- Thanks to the awesome Ulvar-Stock you can see the (inverted) most beautiful appearance of Aethelstan: Horse stock 15 Thank you

- Lil Aila was referenced by this wonderful pic: Anja - Lying Bay Tobiano Filly by Horselover60-Stock Thank you

- Aethelstan belongs to the stunning DodgerMD You are awesome (both: Aethelstan and 'Jack')

- Líosa belongs to Nixxily hope you see this, dear

- Fawnlings belong to Ehetere