11-22-2015, 12:07 PM
yael
While Yael fully believes that the mare is capable of taking care of herself, it is breeding season and that can make some overly aggressive and others more skittish than usual. This is when she finds she has the most luck with women - for Yael, though powerful enough to turn someone inside out - looks like she couldn't hurt a fly. Petite, with a sweet smile and empathetic, gentle brown eyes, the former Queen and current Guardian and Consort is the least of any stranger's problems. She lingers in the shadows of a turning tree, muting the metallic glint of the whole of her body. The tree's leaves could never match her own colors, but they are stunning in their own right.
She bides her time, for though they are eager to rebuild their Kingdom, she will not rush it with picking unsuitable members. A bay and white mare catches her eye - at first she thinks it might be Straia, but no, there are no ravens at her side. And then there is another mare, and Yael smiles. This would be an interesting group; she knows neither of them, and it is time to rebuild the impression of the Desert.
Her gait has a rolling gracefulness to it, something akin to sea-legs, but let’s call them sand-legs for lack of a better term. Yael approaches them at an easy trot, keeping her large wings pressed tightly against her sides. They run the full length of her long, Akhal back, and when a brisk wind picks up she hugs them even tighter for warmth. She doesn’t waste her magic to keep herself warm - not until the winter and the truly biting weather descends upon them. And when that happens, she retreats to the sandy warmth for the whole season, unless she absolutely has to leave. This might be one of those seasons where she must stay outside the Kingdom, for their own sake. Yael smiles at the two ladies, and identifies one as from the Falls, though she doesn’t say it. Interesting. They were both running low on subjects, it seems.
“Xello. I ahm Yael. From ze Desert. Vhat breengs you xere?”
She bides her time, for though they are eager to rebuild their Kingdom, she will not rush it with picking unsuitable members. A bay and white mare catches her eye - at first she thinks it might be Straia, but no, there are no ravens at her side. And then there is another mare, and Yael smiles. This would be an interesting group; she knows neither of them, and it is time to rebuild the impression of the Desert.
Her gait has a rolling gracefulness to it, something akin to sea-legs, but let’s call them sand-legs for lack of a better term. Yael approaches them at an easy trot, keeping her large wings pressed tightly against her sides. They run the full length of her long, Akhal back, and when a brisk wind picks up she hugs them even tighter for warmth. She doesn’t waste her magic to keep herself warm - not until the winter and the truly biting weather descends upon them. And when that happens, she retreats to the sandy warmth for the whole season, unless she absolutely has to leave. This might be one of those seasons where she must stay outside the Kingdom, for their own sake. Yael smiles at the two ladies, and identifies one as from the Falls, though she doesn’t say it. Interesting. They were both running low on subjects, it seems.
“Xello. I ahm Yael. From ze Desert. Vhat breengs you xere?”