you can run but you can't hide
breath on your skin, I've arrived
For months now she has lived quietly, drawing so little attention to her waking that, except for the very few who she had revealed herself to, she may as well have been absent still. But as she stitches the edges over her far-flung visions together, she knows that is coming to an end. After all, fields could not flower if they remained unplanted.
As luck would have it, one if those patchwork pieces had come to settle nearly in her lap.
No one would see her passage along the high cliffs of Nerine save the boy who had so recently come to land on her snowy shores. To him she would appear the least intimidating equine to grace these lands. Bland, the color of mud in the spring, with short legs and a round body and more mane than should be allowed on a horse. Or pony, in her case.
Settling into the part, she stops a healthy distance from the youth, eyeing his spiked tail askance. Her voice, surprisingly melodic with it's smooth alto cadence, is perhaps the only thing that does not quite fit the stout little package.
"Hello!" she offers in greeting. "You're not from around here, are you?"
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