Her trips in the field are rare and brief. The sisterhood and small is probably the least favorable of societies due to their mainly female based ranks. But today things feel different perhaps our young diplomat will come home with a new strong woman to join their ranks.
Verdant eyes search the landscape, for a small gathering of women. She would prefer this trip to be stallion free, she didn't have time for their shit or lack of respect. I mean where can a girl get some respect around here? Her pistons drive her forwards, as her speckled body follows, with a swish of her tail in a relaxed notion the girl joins a pair of mares. "Hello there. I'm Celeana of Nerine."
She dips her porcelain head towards both of them, allowing her emerald eyes to study both of them for just a moment. The nares of her nostrils intake various scents from both of them, the grey mare carries the stench of the forest. Was there a forest land here? Ah yes, Tagia. The other she can't seem to place her tongue on it. She must be new perhaps? With a gentle grin, she adds onto the conversation, "Care to share name?" Her eyes meet both of them once more, and with a whisp of her two toned tail she directs her full attention towards the mare she presumed was a newbie to Beqanna. "Are you perhaps in search of a home?" She questions as she cranes her elegant cranium, as she awaits an answer patiently.
Where the Wild Things Are
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