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Au Revoir {Vakarian, Any Mares} - Besra - 04-30-2016 A kiss is not a contract
Winter comes, without much warning. The days are not so ‘golden’ anymore, though the sun does illuminate the early morning dew that’s frozen on the lanky tendrils of browned grass. Though they’re farther south now, the brittle nip of cold air can still be felt throughout the day, which made Besra wonder what kind of winter they were experiencing back home in the Gates. She sighs, forlorn in the thought but not so heartbroken that she doesn’t turn a loving eye on the plains. From above, she’d been shown all the secrets that this place had to offer. In that wonderful moment Besra had taken a rather intense liking to her new herd. Phaedrus, it seemed, had been the right choice after all. Speaking of the stallion, he’d been out and about since she’d settled here. It doesn’t bother the blue-maned girl. She’d gone her whole life without someone looking over her shoulder, so his absence feels natural in a way. Besides, she’s more interested in the other bodies she’d seen lurking around on her quick flight. He had other mares, certainly, Besra had gotten a good whiff of one or two every time she wandered near the reflection pool. Try as she might, however, Phaedrus’ other mares seemed to have a knack for hide-and-seek. It disappoints her on some level; she’s missing out on a connection that she’d thought came with the whole herd package. Sister wives and all that jazz. She chalks it up to patience, choosing instead to visit the small pond daily in hopes that someone would show face. Today, it seems, perhaps the bitter morning has driven them to shelter. With an audible sigh the ashy-colored mare accepts defeat, waiting for a moment longer to see perhaps some wildlife. From the woods, she’s given a surprise: the subtle snap of a twig. Instantly she tenses, ears snapping upwards as her body becomes motionless. “Hello?” She calls out tentatively. @[Vakarian] RE: Au Revoir {Vakarian, Any Mares} - Zaravich - 05-03-2016 the words she knows the tune she hums Zaravich the tiny dancer OOC: hope you dont mind me popping in :p RE: Au Revoir {Vakarian, Any Mares} - Besra - 05-05-2016 A kiss is not a contract
A temptress greets her. Through the bracken comes another mare, black as night with a curious star and her tail dipped in snow. She’s well-made: slender appendages and a slightly dished face, a regular beauty in Beqanna. Well, it seemed that Phaedrus did have good taste. Besra notices the sweat along her sides, her inability to gather her breath, and assumes that she’s been out enjoying the brisk-turned-balmy day. She doesn’t seem so against the idea of company, so the blue roan girl smiles at her chipper “Hello”. “I’m so glad to see another face around here.” Besra tells her, easing forward around the lip of the pond so that the two can come closer together. “I was beginning to think Phaedrus had lied about the other mares.” She chuckles. Of course, she knew Phaedrus to be a bitterly honest sort of fellow, but it’s funny to imagine him trying to cover an empty herdland with tales of a large harem. “Zara, nice to finally meet you.” She chirps, “I’m Besra.” Her baby blue tail flicks across her hind, dispelling curious insects that hover too close. Zara assumes the look of perfect willingness, eyes turned to Besra’s own blue ones with a happy sort of emotion. The old gates girl understands. It’s hard to be friends when you love the same stallion. But Besra wasn’t in love with Phaedrus, she wasn’t twisted up in his every action and she wasn’t with his foal now. He hadn’t saved her, he’d offered her companionship and a home - that’s why she had come here. Not for the doting affections of an overzealous male. Not that he was overzealous, but Phaedrus probably had a history more intertwined with his other mares than Besra had with him. So she offers a warm grin, hoping that Zara will come to know her as simply Besra, a true friend. Not Besra, Phaedrus’ other mare.“Do you run often?” She asks her dark sister, head tilting gently so that her forelock dislodges from its place over her eye. She’s yet to experience every corner of the Golden Plains, though she’s seen it from above. Perhaps Zara knew of some places she’d not yet been? RE: Au Revoir {Vakarian, Any Mares} - Zaravich - 05-05-2016 the words she knows the tune she hums Zaravich the tiny dancer RE: Au Revoir {Vakarian, Any Mares} - Besra - 05-06-2016 A kiss is not a contract
So, it would seem that Besra wasn’t alone in her search for companions. Zara had noticed the eerie quiet around here too. It’s not so much that it bothers the roan girl - privacy is privacy, after all - she just wonders why the mares would let a single entity tear apart their opportunity at comradery. Just look at her and Zara now: already easing into conversation without a missing hair or flying hoof. Anything was possible, Besra was determined to see this through. She returns Zara’s lighthearted smile, head dropping to her knee so that she can rub her cheek in lazy circles across it. “A foal! But you’re so young!” Besra announces, head rising to view the black mare with wide eyes. Her herd mate was trim, a slight of a thing with bright eyes and energy enough for the two of them. Besra couldn’t even imagine having more pent up excitement in such a womanly frame. “And yes, I do enjoy a good run. I’m not exactly the quickest, but I can go the distance.” She says, shifting slightly on her well-built legs. She used to run with her father, sometimes, when he soared above her in his other form. The two would coast along the edges of the Gates, her always wishing to be up there with him. Wishes were fun things to make, but worse to dwell on. “I’m glad I’ve met you now, before I have to leave.” She sighs, turning her to face to the sun for a moment. “I’ve been stolen by another stallion.” Besra tells her, a frown tugging at her lips. Only a coward used tricks to obtain what was not rightfully his. She’d met Archam, once in the field. She’d turned him away then and she’d turn him away now. Besra would die before buckling under the pressure of an oppressive brute. “But enough about me. What’s your foal’s name?” RE: Au Revoir {Vakarian, Any Mares} - Zaravich - 05-06-2016 the words she knows the tune she hums Zaravich the tiny dancer RE: Au Revoir {Vakarian, Any Mares} - Besra - 05-07-2016 A kiss is not a contract
Zara is genuine in her appreciation for the tender friendship that they’ve begun to grow. Besra knows these things don’t occur overnight - they take time. Like a garden, filled with fragrant beauty, their friendship would need trust and mutual respect. But this is time the silver-grey mare does not have. She only wishes it could be so, and wishes are nice to have but very, very dangerous to dwell on. “Of course we will, some time …” She mentions, letting the sentence taper off. Zara mentions her foal. A filly, it would seem, named Josie. Besra’s smile is complete now as she imagines the little black miniature: all legs and energy and filled with that sweet, doleful gaze her mother has mastered so well. She likes the thought, wonders (briefly) how it would be to have her own miniature wandering about Golden Plains. Would she look like her? Would it even be a she? A small laugh escapes from her throat at the image, Besra shakes her head. A noise breaks their easy silence - someone who trumpets across the plains in a manner only acceptable to a brutish thief. It’s Archam, and he’s calling for her. The blue-maned girl snaps her head up, eyes narrowing in irritation. “Stallions.” She mumbles, “His name is Archam, a rival idiot with a herdland in Cobblestone Creek. I won’t be gone long, Zara, and when I come back I look forward to meeting little Josie.” She ends, smiling once in her dark sisters direction before flicking her tail and picking up a canter to answer the bay monster’s call. |