01-05-2016, 03:59 PM
baby, you were born to sparkle
Imo looks to the older mare and sees a rawness in her that the young bedazzled mare does not possess. Imo knows this is one of the many reasons that she is the queen of the wild mares. But on the hindsight, Imo feels that perhaps Lagertha does not care much for the sequined girl and it's slightly hurtful in her young years but there is a life lesson somewhere in the murk that Imo will remember years from now but let's move along from that...Bright eyes looks to the inky black woman with a crooked little smile and back to the queen mare and she follows the hard woman's curt nod with her on. Imo would try to be more like this woman for she was queen for a reason and the youth would try to mimic as so if she wants to make a better impression. "I'm ready whenever you need me." Tones are low and soft but solid. The young woman is almost scared to meet Lagertha's gaze but forces herself to if she is to be brave and helpful to the sister mares. It's time to crawl out from her shell.
imogin