01-02-2016, 06:15 PM
I can guide you if you feel blind. I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind.
It had been years since Marjorie had stepped foot back in the Dale. The beautiful kingdom had once been her happiest homes. She had been raised here when her mother was queen, and during those few years she had ran and pranced through the emerald green grasses and chased rabbits and foxes in the underbrush.
Her startling magenta and black coat had been strikingly beautiful yet unusual against the varying shades of green and blues of the kingdoms landscape, in the same way it was now as the mare gracefully moved out from under the pines and into the open. Slowly she came to a stop, her eyes, almost black as the night dancing around as she took in the few changes that had taken place during her years of travel.
As she continued to observe, a small twist of the gut followed the realization that the Dale was slow moving, unlike during the times when she had grown up here. Back then it had been full of life, thriving with children running around and threw their mothers legs while the rest grazed or chatted peacefully in times of coming change.
She missed the activity and the excitement in the air. And she wondered where it had all gone. What happened that had caused such a silent and inactive atmosphere? Pursing her lips she turned back towards the trees, in search of the King she had heard rumors about. From the stories she had known her mother and grandmother would of liked him. They had always liked strong personalities with a touch of brokenness and a high hint of difference than the rest.
With delicate steps, she found the path she used to frequent as a small foal and began to walk along it, humming quietly to herself and enjoying the cool breeze as it passed over and around her, picking up small tendrils of her mane and blowing it about. Only did she stop when she saw the mare and small foal in the distance and with curious eyes, she watched them move deeper into the kingdom.
For a while she stood, keeping an eye on them, before finally rolling her shoulders and speaking to herself under her breath, "Go, you can do this." With a soft sigh she stepped forward, moving at a quick walk and soon catching up with the pair. She made sure to approach the mare where she could see her first so as not to startle her before coming to a slight stop. "Hello," with a slight smile tilting at the corners of her lips she glanced from the mare to the foal. "I'm Marjorie. I see you've just arrived like myself."
With a slight chuckle of amusement she takes a step closer. "Are you looking for Ramiel? Do you mind if I join you?" After all, it wasn't best to travel alone no matter how sturdy and able one was.
Her startling magenta and black coat had been strikingly beautiful yet unusual against the varying shades of green and blues of the kingdoms landscape, in the same way it was now as the mare gracefully moved out from under the pines and into the open. Slowly she came to a stop, her eyes, almost black as the night dancing around as she took in the few changes that had taken place during her years of travel.
As she continued to observe, a small twist of the gut followed the realization that the Dale was slow moving, unlike during the times when she had grown up here. Back then it had been full of life, thriving with children running around and threw their mothers legs while the rest grazed or chatted peacefully in times of coming change.
She missed the activity and the excitement in the air. And she wondered where it had all gone. What happened that had caused such a silent and inactive atmosphere? Pursing her lips she turned back towards the trees, in search of the King she had heard rumors about. From the stories she had known her mother and grandmother would of liked him. They had always liked strong personalities with a touch of brokenness and a high hint of difference than the rest.
With delicate steps, she found the path she used to frequent as a small foal and began to walk along it, humming quietly to herself and enjoying the cool breeze as it passed over and around her, picking up small tendrils of her mane and blowing it about. Only did she stop when she saw the mare and small foal in the distance and with curious eyes, she watched them move deeper into the kingdom.
For a while she stood, keeping an eye on them, before finally rolling her shoulders and speaking to herself under her breath, "Go, you can do this." With a soft sigh she stepped forward, moving at a quick walk and soon catching up with the pair. She made sure to approach the mare where she could see her first so as not to startle her before coming to a slight stop. "Hello," with a slight smile tilting at the corners of her lips she glanced from the mare to the foal. "I'm Marjorie. I see you've just arrived like myself."
With a slight chuckle of amusement she takes a step closer. "Are you looking for Ramiel? Do you mind if I join you?" After all, it wasn't best to travel alone no matter how sturdy and able one was.
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knightley x hoxepin