Sweet air draws the depth of rain soaked sod, it's earthiness is a taste for the knowing and Everlee draws the freshness in greedily. It felt good to have the earth so alive and wanting. Her pale blue eyes trace over the field with a shy eagerness but they are hooded with a touch of fear. Fear for a new home, new faces, foreign tongues.
She is lightly build, ringlets of hair flowing down in a pale stream to touch the ground behind her hind hooves. The delicate pink nose twitches slightly as she scents others milling about but there is no threat on the horizon. Everlee takes a step and then another as she drops her head once again to sate the cry of an empty stomach. The grass is clean and thick with dew droplets and the taste was nearly magical. When had her last meal been? Everlee can not recall for she had carried on till she happened upon the fields.
The sounds of light hooves draw her head up quickly, tossing the length of her hair from her features, finding that of a copper penny mare with a soft smile and gentle eyes. Everlee's instinct is to trust another of her likeness, a sister among the wicked, but natural hesitation takes hold. Both ears flicker forward in the nest of her hair as Everlee listens intently. "Lilli." The name is a honeyed on her tongue as it develops into a gentle whisper, the tap of her tongue as she finished the name on her teeth. Everleee lifts her eyes to the other mare, the shadow of a creeping smile growing. "Everlee." The name is offered to the kind eyed woman. Everlee touches her chest with her mouth as though offering a punctuation.
The declaration of a beautiful sunny morning is not disregarded and so Everlee takes ehr eyes from the other momentarily to look over the field but her face returns with the reflection of the sunniness and so a smile has blossomed upon the fawn patterned mare. "Do you live here?" The question is an honest one as Everlee is a new face amongst the tall grasses There is hope in her heart as she asks, a nearly sing-song tone in it as it lifts into the inquiry.
Everlee the innocent, the sweet, the sacred is attempting the best she knows to understand and grow in this new world.
@[lilliana]
She is lightly build, ringlets of hair flowing down in a pale stream to touch the ground behind her hind hooves. The delicate pink nose twitches slightly as she scents others milling about but there is no threat on the horizon. Everlee takes a step and then another as she drops her head once again to sate the cry of an empty stomach. The grass is clean and thick with dew droplets and the taste was nearly magical. When had her last meal been? Everlee can not recall for she had carried on till she happened upon the fields.
The sounds of light hooves draw her head up quickly, tossing the length of her hair from her features, finding that of a copper penny mare with a soft smile and gentle eyes. Everlee's instinct is to trust another of her likeness, a sister among the wicked, but natural hesitation takes hold. Both ears flicker forward in the nest of her hair as Everlee listens intently. "Lilli." The name is a honeyed on her tongue as it develops into a gentle whisper, the tap of her tongue as she finished the name on her teeth. Everleee lifts her eyes to the other mare, the shadow of a creeping smile growing. "Everlee." The name is offered to the kind eyed woman. Everlee touches her chest with her mouth as though offering a punctuation.
The declaration of a beautiful sunny morning is not disregarded and so Everlee takes ehr eyes from the other momentarily to look over the field but her face returns with the reflection of the sunniness and so a smile has blossomed upon the fawn patterned mare. "Do you live here?" The question is an honest one as Everlee is a new face amongst the tall grasses There is hope in her heart as she asks, a nearly sing-song tone in it as it lifts into the inquiry.
Everlee the innocent, the sweet, the sacred is attempting the best she knows to understand and grow in this new world.
@[lilliana]