who cares if hell awaits? Gendry

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. The summer season always coaxed the Maribel from the icy embrace of the Tundra. Yes, her family and life was there. Dad, Mom, Nevi, Australis, Argo...and now Romek was apart of the list. The rocks in her existence but even so, the warmth of sunlight on her slender back, the painting of dapples from the treetops across her withers and cheeks was a temptation she was powerless against. On this day, in the eyes of all Beqanna, the honey dipped mare moves to the great grass sea, shaking away the thickness of her coat to the sleeker one beneath. As she moved, her skin shifts to blend with the grasses, streaking of greens and golds along her rubs and belly, her mane a sky blue, (Mari enjoyed shifting her coat whenever possible for it was a challenge sometimes to camouflage herself), till she edged beneath the trees to blot her frame in mock filtering of sunlight. Long lashes fall over the pale azure of her eyes, the weight of her walk flowing the colors like ripples in the water up and over the curves. The intoxicating scent of flowers and the blanketing humidity made her heady, giddy. Her body parts the tall grasses in her wake, lids lifting when she snatches at the tips and seeded parts for a small morsel to sate her. But from the corner of her eye, a stallion catches her attention. He stands not far off from her but their gazes meet. The grass green and yellow streaked mare returns to the sticky honey hued of her everyday wear when she decides to give him a nod (her shifting before the view of others was a subconsious action). "Hello there." Sapphire depths watch as she tilts her head slightly ebfore moving her hindend around so she may better face the man. Limbs lift as she  take a generous few paces, curious of the new face. "Beautiful day." The remark is casual, obvious, but starting conversations were difficult enough already without criticizing oneself. M A R I B E  L