[open] The monsters running wild inside of me.

[Topsail]

The field was unfamiliar territory to her, but it was a journey of necessity. The Valley needed new life, new blood to pour into its greedy hands. Though she had no doubts in her kingdom, it was far too quiet for her liking. If history was any indication, war could creep through the shadows and be on their doorstep by morning. It was her job, amongst others, to make sure they were equipped to handle such situations. Power in numbers was always a great asset to have up ones proverbial sleeve.

The fresh snow sparkled in the suns rays, soon to melt and feed the stream bisecting the common lands. There was a hint of spring in the air; something about the way the birds sang, the way the winds blew. The grulla mare moved easily through the crowds with her uncommon grace and soft smile. Sharp eyes passed over the groups of mingling horses, but one mare stood out to her. She was alone (for now), standing in a patch where the snow had met its demise. Despite being alone she held an air of confidence and Topsail knew she would be worthy of the Valley. She approached with a smile, nodding a greeting. It was something of a precursor to what she was about to do. With her eyes on the black mares eyes, she pushed her voice into her mind. She extracted nothing, preferring to let the mare provide that information herself. “Hello there. I’m Topsail, Queen of the Valley.” she said, again dipping her head. She knew her method of speaking was sometimes hard to swallow, and in any case she was prepared for any discomfort on the other mares part. “Care to share a name?”

topsail

I was in the darkness, so the darkness I became

ooc - she is a telepath, so any of her words will only be heard in mizaria's head