Ygritte
The rose stained limbs hold her frame stiffly while she ducks under the embrace of a willow. Ygritte was trying to put herself out there more these days. She seemed so content to stay alone and quiet. She was more amused to watch others rather than join in their conversations but now that she was a t the Falls, she needed to hone her communication skills.
It was rather painful at times.
The bay skull poked from between to limbs of the willow when the scent of a stallion tickles her nostrils. Pools follow him quietly when he brushes past her. Drifting. He was very similar to Ygritte in color minus the salmon hue where black should be on a bay equine and also those magnificent antlers. They were certainly a sight to see and they drew Ygritte from the safety of the old tree. The land is renewed in spring. Little bits of blooms from the willow cling to Ygritte's own tangled name as she nears the stallion.
He romped and spurred in the meadow. Splitting the long grass and stirring the new grasshoppers. The mare is curious of him and even the faintest touch of a smile curled her pink lips. She finally takes a breath and a leap of faith and nears the stallion, softening her expression. "Hello, you look like you're having a lovely time." Vocals are low and velvet-smooth as she falls into a bit of embarrassment...not like Ygritte at all. Lashes raise to meet his gaze. "I'm Ygritte." She extends her maw to the crowned male.
((sorry it's short))