make a dragon wanna retire man

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. Winter was on it's last leg. The cold was starting to give away to warmer temperatures and less ice and snow. Maribel is grateful to finally rid herself of the extra fuzz that seemed to puff all over her body. But for now, she is happy to be warm. The stallion is off by his lonesome. But he alson seems to be quite content with it. Mari is not sure if she should approach him or not but with a shrug of her shoulders, the slender mare is moving towards the flashy stallion. "Hi!" Her call is directed with the warmth in her heart and soul. "I'm Maribel/" The name she offers is her given one, soft and feminine. Blue eyes meet the stallion's gaze as a smile is toying upon her lips. "What's your name?" She is not the best at conversation for it was her natural way to be direct. The young mare is not capable of trickery and games. She is genuine as can be. Her eyes do not leave his. She is not one to look or scrutinize another. All are welcomed to her home as far as she is concerned (provided that do not threaten either her home or family). "If you're looking for a home, I come from the Tundra and we always have a place for anyone interested." The infliction in her voice lifts with pride to be from the Tundra. It was a kingdom bursting with excitement and residents. The Tundra was the more dazzling it had ever been. M A R I B E  L