the woods are lovely dark & deep [anyone]

[Breckin]

The yearning desire to further her journey beyond the lands of Nerine, Ischia, and Hyaline had her limbs aching and bellowing for rest.  Joints throbbing and sides heaving from physical exertion, the spotted vixen walked heavily towards the welcoming sight of a vein of water cutting through the vibrant autumnal landscapes.  She was painfully aware that the scents had changed, and could only presume that she had finally crossed into another kingdom.  But her desire for water was enough to negate the consideration of consequences.  As she approached the source of nourishment, her senses scoured the terra for signs of immediate threats, but having noticed none she allows her lips to meet with the bitter cold of the waters.  Yet a sip of the refreshment is not enough for her as she continues to walk into the source until the surface rests below her vulnerable underside.

For a moment, the knabstrup mare is held captive by her rippling reflection in the mirrored surface.  The brown optics that stare back at her have acquired some newfound brightness that had been absent the last time she had considered her own appearance.  Before, the pale woman would not have been surprised to see a shadow of girl staring back at her.  But things had changed and perhaps there would be much more life to be lived in her near future.

Breckin’s velvet maw meets the resting body of water as if to erase the former shadow of herself.   Today she may be much more vibrant than in recent past, but the ghost of her past self will forever haunt her.  At least until she can put her unearthed and misunderstood demons to rest once and for all. 

A soft snort finds its way to fruition and she considers withdrawing from the soothing waters to move along in search of a new acquaintance.  She knows she should, but cannot get herself to do so.  Not yet anyways.  Breckin knickers softly to herself quietly as heavy lids lull to a half-open nature.  Contented for the time being, she rests within the welcoming waters and loses herself in an easy silence.

[Lavendel]

She is robed in a gown of amber sunshine as she makes her way through the autumnal forest, her crown of summer leaves shaken easily as the cream mare tosses her head against the wind. How nice summer was in Sylva, the forest never allowing the harsh sun to harm her occupants or heat the ground to inhumane temperatures. 

Though despite her desperate attempts mid day always seemed to heat the leaves greatly, and Lavendel was not too pleased with the scorching weather. The splashed woman made her way slowly to the river, her head lowered against the sun as   she walked. 

To say the spotted stranger startled Lamb would have been an understatement, and the woman can't help the childish yelp that escapes her at the sight. it was not that the mare was particularly threatening, just not quite expected is all...

"Oh dear... excuse me!"

She mawed stepping away in attempts to gather herself. With a deep breath and a rough roll of her petite shoulders she returns her sapphire gaze to the painted mare before her.

"I do apologize... I am Lavendel, and you are?"

Her words are kind and she tilts her head with the question. It had been quite some time since a new face came into their neck of Beqanna, and greeting was a big deal to the splashed woman. So greet she would. 

"Welcome to Sylva."

She offers when her question is answered, a soft smile pulling at her lips.