She hadn’t really planned on coming back here.
She’d been born here sure, raised here, but there’s truly nothing to hold her to this place. Her mother had left it long ago, and so had her father, and as for the kingdom she’d been born to? Well, it’s still here, but it’s never had any pull for her.
She stands at the edge of the field, brown eyes scanning listlessly through the many horses that stand about, talking amongst themselves. She looks ordinary to the eye, a plain bay mare with none of the exciting colours or traits that are so common in today’s Beqanna. She’s not even particularly pretty. Of course, there’s more to her than meets the eye, but she has no intention on revealing that today. It’s her trump card, her ultimate protection. She’s going to keep it under wraps until she needs to.
She takes a step forward, then another, feet carrying her farther out into the field. No one approaches her yet, but she has no doubt that someone will soon. From what she remembers of the field she’ll be seen as fresh meat, and the vultures - the stallions and the recruiters - will soon come sweeping in. No matter how ordinary she might seem.
(OOC: Blah first post as her)
She’d been born here sure, raised here, but there’s truly nothing to hold her to this place. Her mother had left it long ago, and so had her father, and as for the kingdom she’d been born to? Well, it’s still here, but it’s never had any pull for her.
She stands at the edge of the field, brown eyes scanning listlessly through the many horses that stand about, talking amongst themselves. She looks ordinary to the eye, a plain bay mare with none of the exciting colours or traits that are so common in today’s Beqanna. She’s not even particularly pretty. Of course, there’s more to her than meets the eye, but she has no intention on revealing that today. It’s her trump card, her ultimate protection. She’s going to keep it under wraps until she needs to.
She takes a step forward, then another, feet carrying her farther out into the field. No one approaches her yet, but she has no doubt that someone will soon. From what she remembers of the field she’ll be seen as fresh meat, and the vultures - the stallions and the recruiters - will soon come sweeping in. No matter how ordinary she might seem.
(OOC: Blah first post as her)