silver rings and gypsy bells; loken

[Maribel]

i was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.

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The forest is new to her pale blue eyes. All she has known is snow, ice and cold. Her family in the Tundra keeps her warm and safe but Maribel finds herself seeking something. The long limbs pull her away from the north lands. Her head is foggy but she allows herself to go, seek, wonder.

The forest finds her, embracing her. Nostrils are flared as she tests the air, the dampness of the sping morning and she finds herself smiling. Azure pools seek any other form as if to see if this place was a dream. She dare not say a word as this place was not her home and there was a leap of fear for the unknown. Offspring had always protected his girl and would continue so but the flirt of flora scents on the breeze drew the young mare outward. Something tugged in her very being to reach out to other parts of the world in Beqanna. To see what else was out there.

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(its short but it's an opener! )

@[Loken]