silver rings and gypsy bells; astray

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. Maribel finally feels her body temperature regulate itself as the smooth honey hues once against is worn on her skin. The dark stallion seems to garner a smile across her lips as they both stand there looking silly and flustered. "Yes the Tundra." Mari quips brightly and then she notices the sheen of sunlight across his skin and can not help the surprise that absolutely brightens her features further. "Oh my gosh! That was neat!" So restraint or manners may not be her forte'. She just does not seem to understand the logic involved in not blurting things out but she offers up a smile to the stallion. His silver eyes are catching her own blues. She had yet seen a horse with pewter irises and it was something that she would not forget. "Here? The forest? Do you ever get lonely?" The inquiry could be perceived as rude but the young mare doesn't always realize the consequences of her actions. "How did you do that with your skin?" Mari is referring to the blink of sheen. She was a color changer but the stallion bent the light and this is an absolutely fascinating concept to her. "What other stuff can you do?" M A R I B E L

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