There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
Once she might have been a beautiful mare. Once she might have had to worry about being an object of unwanted attentions, might have had to worry about learning to defend herself from such advances. But not any longer. A foolish mistake in her youth had led to her downfall. Everyone has that one moment that brings them from their pedestal, awakens them to the cruelty and unfairness of the world. Hers had simply come early in life, in a horrifyingly violent way. In fact, she should probably be dead. Would be, if not for the whim of a magician. But she had been left marked for it, her once lovely, unblemished body left scored by hundreds of cracks. The dark fissures in her skin flash occasionally with bright light, a light that should have been easily contained inside of her but no longer is.
In a way, her brokenness is beautiful. The flickers of light accent her lithe, slender frame, drawing attention to her when she wishes it to. It is intriguing and deceptive, showing the world one thing even while a completely different creature lingers just beneath surface. But then, anyone who knows her knows not to judge her by the cracks marking her skin. And if those who don’t know her want to judge her based upon appearances alone, all the better. Being underestimated can be quite useful, letting others learn the hard way the folly of their judgements.
She had grown bored, had come to the meadow seeking new entertainment. It is not a place she frequently visits, but she always manages to find something (or rather, someone) to keep her busy for a time. Today is one such day.
She hasn’t been here long, having landed amongst the new grass only a few minutes earlier, when she spots a vibrantly green mare a short distance away. Her curiosity is immediately piqued, the unique coloring drawing her interest. While it is true that oddly colored horses are not entirely rare (she might considered oddly colored, after all, as well as her brother and father), but for her, seeing one entirely colored thus is a somewhat unusual sight. And so, she decides to approach, if for no other reason. Well, aside from the fact that she is quite pretty. She does have a hard time resisting pretty mares.
As she nears, she notices a darker green filly trailing along beside her. One she hadn’t noticed immediately, her attention having been focused on the mother. Fortunately she rather likes children, though until she had met Anguisette, she hadn’t realized how much she likes the little creatures. Before they had simply been odd little horses that she hadn’t been sure what to do with. Sometimes still isn’t, if she were to be fully honest.
With the light flashing almost lazily, slow trickles of white highlighting the dark cracks, she halts, golden gaze fixed curiously upon the duo.
”Hello. I’m Joscelin. You’re quite lovely, you know. You’re coloring, I mean.”
She should really practice her pick-up lines. Hers rather suck.
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria