Aiding the Lost (Private RP Elliot/Gosslyn)

Gosslyn | 410 words

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Spring was always a gamble when it came to the weather. The day prior, the dawn greeted Kaia's earth with golden warmth. Today the sun trickled out from the clouds, but there was a chill in the air, winter's last lingering breath before it was snuffed out completely. 

Gosslyn snorted, her breath making clouds. The cold air tickled her sinuses. She loved it, but it didn't love her as much. She could practically feel the static fizzling in her fluffy winter coat, which liked to hold on far longer than winter's reign. Next year she'd shave it off and wear pelts all winter, she resolved.

Her father had only given her a rough idea of where to go, so every step she took was a question. Why didn't he send one of her siblings instead? Because they're too busy here. She snorted again. 

She crested a low hill, her feet making soft crunching sounds on the grass that was half-green & struggling to come up for the spring's nurturing. Her brow furrowed. She'd passed many farms on the way, but none of them were the one she was sent for. 

Coyotes had ravaged her family's farm three times this winter, her father's rage growing with each attack. Calder wasn't about to leave them moseying around this spring to breed and create more wretched predators. The sneaky bastards evaded his every trap and shot, and left only bloody trails in the morning. Calder was fed up.

He needed to find Kursk, an old friend who had the blessing to lend some aid- Gosslyn wasn't sure what blessing it was, Calder didn't give her many details. The stallions hadn't seen one another in years, but Calder was desperate to save his herd enough that he needed to reach out.

But of course Calder was too busy, or too lazy she knew, to go himself. So here in the middle of the farmlands stood Gosslyn.

She trotted down the hill. More time passed covering ground, the sun shifted in the sky, Gosslyn's mind was filled with daydreams, and she nearly missed the apanas in a paddock that signaled her arrival at the destination.

She slid to a stop, looking over the place. It looked deserted. Here goes nothing.

She took a deep breath and quietly walked to the front door. If Kursk was anything like her own father, she needed to be quiet and submissive. 

She rapped her horn on the front door. 

"Hey! Don't scratch that!"

Gosslyn leapt back, tripping over her own hooves off the threshold. Her ears had been pinned to the doorway and so intent on hearing voices inside that the verbal crash outside threw her off balance.

A small gray horse was suddenly on her right.

"I'm sorry! I didn't scratch it, I promise." She nervously looked over the door to make sure, but it was spotless. 

She squinted down at the stallion at her side, then looked away. He was too young to be the identity of the one she came for, but she'd ask anyway. Who knew.

"Are you Kursk? Or do you know where he is?" she asked quietly, still avoiding eye contact. "My father is Calder, my name is Gosslyn, we request his help..." her voice trailed off, hoping this stranger would fill the silence with an answer. 

It had been awhile since Gosslyn had spoken to anyone outside her own family. A few weeks had passed since her encounter with a Bloody Flank in Skeldr Town, and after that incident she was keen on running home and taking refuge in her family's home forever and ever. She slowly realized this was the first time she'd seen another outside soul since that day. Suddenly like a rush of cold water, she shivered. 

Kaia, please don't let him be violent, or unpredictable, you know our request is simple, please let this go well....