I can guide you if you feel blind. I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind.
It had been quite a while since the dark maroon colored girl had strayed from the shadows and out into the open where the potential of running into someone else was highly probable. It's not that she didn't like spending time with others, she just hadn't felt quite sociable. The silence of the dark forest had been welcoming. So welcoming, that you could almost say it had been comforting.
She had always sought a quiet life after being raised as a princess. The busy bustle in her early life had been exhausting and enough to become a type of life that was not one she would ever want to continue to pursue... And so she didn't. She took to a life of travel and submitted to the wanderlust that ran rampant through her bloodline.
With the graceful movements her mother, a once queen had taught her, Marjorie slipped through the trees and silently observed the pairs of horses gathered to discuss what would most likely be fluff to the ears in her opinion.
She never knew how they did it. How the masses stood around talking all day about basically nothing. At least nothing of value, or juicy enough to peek in and listen to from a distance. How boring life must be when one can't even have a conversation full of fun and a bit of teasing each other with jokes and little quips.
The mares eyes, almost black, slowly traced the spaces between the trees in search of something that may be worth her interest. Something that may even be worth investigating. It was then she caught sight of him. A flick of the mane and then a smirk quickly following caused a small smile tilt at the edges of her lips.
It was the moment she saw his hair flop into his face that she could not hold back and let a soft laugh escape her, a breath of air hanging infront of her for a few moments before being carried away by the soft breeze. For a moment she watches him, before stepping forward and heading his way. Hooves crunching against the leaves and twigs that littered the forest ground, she easily came to a stop a bit away.
"Hello," her voice is soft and sweet. She had always been the quiet type. Not overly loud unless excitement or adrenaline were coursing through her, and even then she was never the loudest in the bunch. Her small smile grew a bit more as she felt herself lean into the tree she was standing next to. "I'm Marjorie. And I noticed you made quite the entrance there." With a soft chuckle she glanced at the mess of forelock that had fell into the stallion's face. "Are you new around here? I haven't seen you before."
She had always sought a quiet life after being raised as a princess. The busy bustle in her early life had been exhausting and enough to become a type of life that was not one she would ever want to continue to pursue... And so she didn't. She took to a life of travel and submitted to the wanderlust that ran rampant through her bloodline.
With the graceful movements her mother, a once queen had taught her, Marjorie slipped through the trees and silently observed the pairs of horses gathered to discuss what would most likely be fluff to the ears in her opinion.
She never knew how they did it. How the masses stood around talking all day about basically nothing. At least nothing of value, or juicy enough to peek in and listen to from a distance. How boring life must be when one can't even have a conversation full of fun and a bit of teasing each other with jokes and little quips.
The mares eyes, almost black, slowly traced the spaces between the trees in search of something that may be worth her interest. Something that may even be worth investigating. It was then she caught sight of him. A flick of the mane and then a smirk quickly following caused a small smile tilt at the edges of her lips.
It was the moment she saw his hair flop into his face that she could not hold back and let a soft laugh escape her, a breath of air hanging infront of her for a few moments before being carried away by the soft breeze. For a moment she watches him, before stepping forward and heading his way. Hooves crunching against the leaves and twigs that littered the forest ground, she easily came to a stop a bit away.
"Hello," her voice is soft and sweet. She had always been the quiet type. Not overly loud unless excitement or adrenaline were coursing through her, and even then she was never the loudest in the bunch. Her small smile grew a bit more as she felt herself lean into the tree she was standing next to. "I'm Marjorie. And I noticed you made quite the entrance there." With a soft chuckle she glanced at the mess of forelock that had fell into the stallion's face. "Are you new around here? I haven't seen you before."
marjorie
knightley x hoxepin
oops. sorry about whatever this is.
this is my first time writing her in yearssss. xD