who cares if hell awaits? Cai

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. The Tundra thrived with life. Never since she was a young child had Maribel seen so many faces, known so many names. It positively tickled her and she trembled with excitement to see her father's face beaming with happiness. Things had been taunt in the family. Offspring and Isle were rarely seen together. Mari had saw them paired only recently after the sound of Lieschel's shouting alongside Nevi had drawn her attention. The honey girl wanted to near them, somehow remove the angry words, the salted words. But she dare not interrupt and so left them be. Well formed limbs are moving the mare along the edges of her dwelling, not so much to patrol but just to be away from it all. The burn of chilled air made her lungs ache, her hooves numbing from the snow drifts. Blue eyes seem to cloud and gaze off to something far away. It disturbs her to see her family fight, their hot hate cutting her soul, scalding her heart. The cold seemed to help the sting sometimes, to clear the ring in her ears as she trudged along. But then her ears catch sound of something. The delicately carved skull jerks to scent another equine that she was unfamiliar with. "Hello?" The small word comes out more feeble than she wanted, her brow furrowing slightly in her own disappointment but she halts her movement to await a reply, or a face, whichever should come first. M A R I B E  L

icky short words but it's a start. i am poo at starters