Ygritte
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
Her form is not present among the tall grasses at first. The salmon and bay woman moves with fierce grace since the twins had been born. Ygritte loved the little babes but she did enjoy the stretch if her limbs minus the sway of a swollen belly.
Some time had passed since the lady of the Falls had ventured from her home She felt compelled to contribute to it's growth for it was only reasonable. Cocoa pools slid over the land of the field as she stood. Most horses were entrapped in a conversation or quietly making their exit from the grassy landscape.
But...
On the very grip of terra firma lie that of a painted form. The coral pointed mare hones and decides to pursue the creature. Limbs pull the svelte form towards the brown and white stallion.
When she has arrived, another stallion is close to the painted stag. Salmon pointed lobes flicker upon her arrival. She catches his name. Pools drifted over the dark stallion as the slightest curl tugs at the very edges of her lips. Quite fetching he was...
Attention snaps back to the other stallion. The painted one. Attention flickers to the unnamed male but her tones are smooth and velvety as she begins. "Pleasure to meet you, Demian." Tones curl like the smoke from a hookah pipe. "I'm Ygritte of the Falls. I come to offer a home as well as Demian." She looks to the other stallion and nods curtly, playfully. They both were in the field for a reason today. Both peddling wares, if you will.
Some time had passed since the lady of the Falls had ventured from her home She felt compelled to contribute to it's growth for it was only reasonable. Cocoa pools slid over the land of the field as she stood. Most horses were entrapped in a conversation or quietly making their exit from the grassy landscape.
But...
On the very grip of terra firma lie that of a painted form. The coral pointed mare hones and decides to pursue the creature. Limbs pull the svelte form towards the brown and white stallion.
When she has arrived, another stallion is close to the painted stag. Salmon pointed lobes flicker upon her arrival. She catches his name. Pools drifted over the dark stallion as the slightest curl tugs at the very edges of her lips. Quite fetching he was...
Attention snaps back to the other stallion. The painted one. Attention flickers to the unnamed male but her tones are smooth and velvety as she begins. "Pleasure to meet you, Demian." Tones curl like the smoke from a hookah pipe. "I'm Ygritte of the Falls. I come to offer a home as well as Demian." She looks to the other stallion and nods curtly, playfully. They both were in the field for a reason today. Both peddling wares, if you will.
Ygritte.