Ciri
The North has been good to her and she has adapted to the North. Although it is summer, her coat is a little shaggier then the others that wander the Meadow today. It’s not enough to hide the patches of scars that remain naked and furless, exposed pillaged marks that litter her dark smoky pelt. The ugly twisted scar that runs from eye to cheek across her face. Still she is far from an ugly thing. Ravaged and ruined in many ways but her body is toned and in shape from the grueling tundra that she trains in daily. Stardust constantly shimmers in the dark strands of her hair as the stars that surround her sift a fine glittery powder as she moves. They are dim in the sunlight but never disappear. That had been the promise made after all from the ones above. Just in case the world went dark again.
Swirling strands of silver move methodically in her iris’s as she scans the current situation of the common land. It had been her hope to recruit today but the field had been disappointingly empty. The Meadow was an afterthought before she headed back to the Isle, perhaps something interesting might appear today and if not then she would wait until nightfall and watch the stars for a bit as she had done millions of times during her old nomadic life.
She had not thought of Amet or her old life in Hyaline for awhile now. Her new one in the North, as Thane, kept her busy and tired enough that she didn’t have much time to think over what had been. At night she patrolled and trained and watched the stars, in the day she mostly slept or tried to spend time with Padme and Mourna without yawning too much. However things had been quiet enough that she had managed to alleviate some of her nocturnal activities and find enough willpower to change her routine. Just for today.
It is the crusted mare that catches her attention, the hardened mud that covers most of her reminding her of the paste that had once covered her infected wounds that now lingered behind as scars. It brings the old image of Amet patiently covering her in the mix of mud and witchcraft, a memory that she had been so good at forgetting until now. Blowing hot breath hard through her nostrils, she dismisses the image from her mind and his golden scales disappear immediately. There was no room for regrets here, not anymore. As she comes closer to the winged mare, taking note of the dirty and disheveled feathers that surely would keep her grounded, she offers her a faint smile as her mercury gaze finds the pale one of hers. “Does that work?” She asks with a raised brow, curious. “Keeping you cool from the heat I mean.”
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@Leokadia