07-02-2016, 02:34 PM
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
Even though things had started to stir at home and that she probably should be there to be a part of it, she couldn’t help but to venture off for a bit. Oh sure, Vlinder loved the Gates and she wouldn’t change her home for another that easily, but she needed to be away. Being home meant to get constantly confronted with the reality and with the rise of a new king – the green Wyrm – it was hard to find a moment of peace.
So the winged girl had found her way towards the forest. Last time she had visited the common lands she had met a nice stallion and she had enjoyed the talk. This time she stumbles upon a bay and pink mare. Vlinder guessed she would be somewhat younger than herself, but not much. She dips her black head in a greeting, somewhat shy. ”Good morning.” Her voice is soft, somewhat hesitant, but friendly all the more.
So the winged girl had found her way towards the forest. Last time she had visited the common lands she had met a nice stallion and she had enjoyed the talk. This time she stumbles upon a bay and pink mare. Vlinder guessed she would be somewhat younger than herself, but not much. She dips her black head in a greeting, somewhat shy. ”Good morning.” Her voice is soft, somewhat hesitant, but friendly all the more.
Vlinder
Zeik x Felinae