[open] love as thou wilt; any

[Namaah]

Namaah wasn’t young although she appeared so. Most of her companions in the field seemed to be youthful in nature, if not age, something the dappled gray mare didn’t remember feeling. Even as a child her playful nature was tinged with a solemnity as if someone had assigned her some great task she was already preparing for. In reality, being the daughter of a metaphorical giant who appeared anything but serious has probably been the biggest factor in her personality. Although Gallows had taken care of her daughter, Namaah often felt like the adult in the relationship. Perhaps that’s why being alone didn’t frighten her. She wasn’t the best of fighters but she felt confident in her ability to defend if needed. Most of all, however, she trusted in her innate sense of self. There were enough physical dangers in the world, but those weren’t her enemy. She hears his approach before she sees him, a bit of fluttery anticipation rising in her chest. She’s been lonely since she left her mother. The prospect of a chat and companionship brightens her already lovely features. Her ears prick forward and she studies his lavender gray eyes and dark coat curiously. It’s a flattering combination, and unusual. Although from what she’s been able to see during this perpetual night, not uncommon anymore. (If anything, seeing the new and fascinating diversity of equine in Beqanna is what makes her feel her age) Mostly she notices how he towers over her slight form, a heavy, dark form of indeterminate background. “Not anymore.” She offers him one of her dazzling, full smiles, ruffling her wings and tucking them against her sides so that the tips rake the ground. “I’m Namaah.” She doesn’t ask his name. She knows he will give it. Instead she nickers softly, contented. Namaah gallows x carnage