The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway-[Mari, Any]

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. Blue eyed are edges by warmth as she stands in the company of the delightfully delicate dark mare. The other sparked a level of excitement in the breast of the honey hued women. It was absolutely lovely to have someone who shared Mari's enthusiasm. "Oh yes, dad is very kind...once you get passed the edges. Ha!" The peals of laughter flow easily from the tips of her lips, eyes glittering like cut sapphires. The humor though, flits away at the mention of the initiation. That time spent inside the cave will linger forever with her. Her features pinch as she reflects, the thoughts taking away any sense of where her body presently stood. But as quickly as the images conjure up in her mind's eye, they disperse with the soft words of Josie. "Oh a caste..." Her mouth movies sleepily as she regains focus, moving through the fog of memories and blinking her eyes furiously. "Oh yes, I have chose to be a diplomat." A smile spreads across her lips as she look to the other horse. "How about you Josie?" Mari could not see the other as a warrior but she does not pass judgement and waits with turning lobes for her reply. M A R I B E  L