"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Who cares if hell awaits?
We're having drinks at heaven's gate.
Thankfully the ole brute did not snap for it certainly would have caused those big blue eyes to well up with tears. It is her downfall, being so soft, but Mari had not known any other way. It is true that at times the sunshine was a little less bright, the sky a little more clouded but all in all she is as genuine as she does not know how to hide emotions or harbor secrets.
"Oh!" She actually bounces a little when she realizes she has yet to explain the patriarch. A smile touches her lips as she begins. "Offspring is the king. You can't miss him. He's a big ole black grump." A peal of laughter follows as she says this before noticing the stallion was probably looking at her. "Well, ah, I mean he isn't. He is a great king. He is very fair." Mari attempts to pull herself together and speak with more adult like precision. "As for the castes, we have the army and the diplomatic side. I'm sure you are familiar with what each entail so I won't bore you with the explanation. You can choose either side or simply just be a resident." She meets the stallion's gaze after a brief break to see if she can see Offspring. But as for me, well I ended up here after my father found me sitting in the Den when I was just a foal. He scooped me up and brought me here." A small nod reinforces her statement like a physical period to the words. A touch of silence sifts through the space between them like sand through cracks before she realizes she should mention something else. "Offspring is my father. He'll like you, I'm sure of it." The liquid gold of her lips spiral outward in a smile . "So don't be nervous, Romek."
Not too much further inward should be the center of their home. Maribel guessed her father should be close as he was ever observant of their home. Ears move to catch his presence as she scents the air before looking back to Rom. "And tell me of yourself, Rom. What brought you to the field in the first place?" The inquiry is spoken slowly, reined in to keep out the creep of overzealous excitement. It was absolutely enchanting to have someone to talk to, someone new and from a different place with a different history. Hopefully in time, he would possibly share these experiences with the young mare.
M A R I B E L
you're words are great. im wrestling mari to keep her calm and not seem all crazy excited haha
