[open] Are You High Enough Without The Mary Jane Like Me

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. In response the recent changes in the Tundra, Maribel decides to put her best hoof forward and attempt to recruit new faces. The land of ice and snow was rather pretty in the other three seasons, each unique and offering their special touch to the Tundra landscape. The palomino mare is young and alert to the ins and outs of the field. She often listened to the new horses that had been invited to her home and how they talked of their experiences and this helped to boost the honeycomb woman in her own confidence. Slim limbs being her to the depths of the grass sea. Equines of all shapes and sizes and ages mingling, parading around. Her blue eyes avoid contact with those currently engaged till she finds that of a pale grayed girl...the edges of her lips curl in response as she moves fluidly against the grain of the grass. "Hello there." Mari is warm and welcoming in every aspect of her life. She lives and loves openly, thinking freely, happy. She is electric. "I'm Maribel of the Tundra. What's your name?" The inquiry is offered as blue, blue eyes watch the unknown face. Her lips curl once again in a slightly lopsided smile as she listens for the other's reply. M A R I B E  L