09-09-2016, 10:21 PM
Maribel
The gray woman, ancient eyes and an even older soul, Maribel can feel it when she is close to the other. The magician, the priestess, Maribel knows when to pay her respects. The vivid lush of clover at the other's hooves brightens Mari's features as the mare was a lover of nature, of serenity and peace. Her focus returns to Reagan as butterflies and fairies surround her girls playfully and distracting the pair to give chase. If she were anywhere else, Maribel would have called them back, but their home was a safe one thanks to all those who contributed for it.
Blue eyes trail after the pair of fillies as they giggled and chased the magic creatures. There is a sense of peace to settle on her features as the alabaster woman watches her children enjoying the innocence of their youth without fear or worry. Blessed little creatures of a new world, a new Beqanna.
Maribel looks to Reagan after some pause as she realizes how rude she must seem. "Oh, Reagan, yes...hello. Forgive me, those tiny foals seem to have me under a spell." A smile blooms across her lips as she seems dreamy for a moment. "I am glad to see you as well, my friend." Hopefully the wise woman would not take offense to the boldness of Maribel's title for her as she felt most were her friends or at least on the cusp of it. "I see the fairy of the mountain has restored you whole once again. You certainly deserve it after laboring alongside Romek and Demian ceaselessly. I am so grateful for you." Mari settles quietly into the same gentle smile before agreeing with a nod. "I, too, am a fan of green and clovers and wildflowers as well." She laughs softly even though there was a quiet pang of desire for the spring season. Soon enough the snow will melt and be replaced by a sea of grass and flowers.
Taiga was a perfect utopia of rich wildlife and vegetation. In the spring and summer, there would be rolling mist at the base of tall trees and tinkle songs of birds. At night the hoot of owls and whip-o-whirls would lull the babes to sleep, Autumn would would burst into flames with fiery colors lighting up the treetops in all the vivid splatter of colors. A content sigh is the next sound to be heard from the cream and honey mare as she thinks of her home and all it offered to the horses who lived there.
"How are you settling in, Reagan? Well I hope." Lobes are forward as she awaits the magician's response with clear attentiveness.
And when she laughs you'll always take notice.
'Cause her heart's charm will shine right through it all.
'Cause her heart's charm will shine right through it all.