silver rings and gypsy bells; nevi

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. The sudden surge of paralysis of the dark stallion causes the golden coat to change and warp. With the sense of embarrassment and surprise (even by her own actions), her hue peaks to a cherry red. She blazes like the sun but her own face is turned away to look out over their home of frigid ice and unforgiving jagged rocks. The redness in the white of her eyes begins to clear and the blue irises shine through as she falls quiet. No sounds would part the velvet lips when she moves to detach herself from Nevi's sooty coat, to stand away from him. Her skin cools where his warmth once was, seeping into her skin. The kiss was gentle enough...able to be perceived as innocent- (though she's not sure how innocent it was meant to be) and she does not want to explore the thought any more. A shake of her tapered skull sends the bright red rippling over her form, washed away with the moments before. Slowly, her skin becomes that of Nevi's and she looks over a strong shoulder to smile at him happily enough. "Neat, huh?" The syllables quip lightly as she follows with a small laugh at her ability to change her exterior with only a half thought. Lobes move to catch the words of her brother. "I do plan to join the diplomat caste but the cave does scare me. I must learn to be brave." A rather sheepish look crosses her features, pelt returning to the honey dipped hue of her every day wear. "Nevi, love, you will be amazing at whatever you decide on." A large encouraging smile curls her lips as she meets his gaze. The silver silk of her mane falls across her eyes when a warm breeze tugs it at will. A little toss of her tiara sends it away. Attention returns to Nevi's and she sighs softly, banishing away the distraught emotions of earlier. Sometimes the sunlight shown through her cracks too. M A R I B E  L