silver rings and gypsy bells; nevi

[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 once small palomino child had grown. She was cresting her second year of life and the once ungainly and sharp points of foal-hood had smoothed and become slender. The long young mare sees now her little brother. Pale blue eyes seek out the dusted black form as she moves over the drying grasses of the Tundra.

In fact, Mari had not seen her father for a bit of time either but he was always so busy. Her features are clouded for a moment but it is immediately cleared when she thinks she sees her brother. "Nevi!" The soprano tones launch his name excitedly. The honey silk gold of her skin shifts excitedly to an ombre'ing pale blue hinting across her crest and hips to rich cloudless blue sky day tapering to the tips of her hooves. The shock of her platinum hair resembles the fat, white marshmallow clouds floating over her skin.

The young mare begins to cover the ground at a quicker pace as she is overwhelmed to see the growing boy. Their other siblings were off on their own agendas and even as Mari started to accept suitors, she still thought of her brother...her best friend.

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@[Neverwas]