09-16-2016, 07:58 PM
V A K A R I A N
i'd rather be a riot than indifferent
The simple little 'hm' catches the bay woman's attention as she noses at a few little green grass bits. Spring was wrapping her long arms around Beqanna in the brightest embrace with a swell of blossoming flowers, honeysuckle scented air, and large fluffy clouds drifting lazily overhead. The bay woman allows dark eyes to settle on the mismatched stallion.
The dark stocking limbs move her forward once she has finished chewing the vegetation. "Hello." Vakarian attempts to brighten her features but the shyness of her nature penetrates and immobilizes her from further speech. Instead of forcing the interaction, Vaka instead settles into a smile. The young mare is unaccustomed to embarking out on her own since finding her new home but there is always a first time for everything, right? "I'm Vakarian." The mare realizes how jagged her words must sound and her she hides her gaze from under the obsidian of her forelock. "But call me Vaka." She tries again, looking from the mop of black, a smile once against blooming across her features as she works to step from the comfort of her solidarity. "What's your name?"
The dark stocking limbs move her forward once she has finished chewing the vegetation. "Hello." Vakarian attempts to brighten her features but the shyness of her nature penetrates and immobilizes her from further speech. Instead of forcing the interaction, Vaka instead settles into a smile. The young mare is unaccustomed to embarking out on her own since finding her new home but there is always a first time for everything, right? "I'm Vakarian." The mare realizes how jagged her words must sound and her she hides her gaze from under the obsidian of her forelock. "But call me Vaka." She tries again, looking from the mop of black, a smile once against blooming across her features as she works to step from the comfort of her solidarity. "What's your name?"
covet and azula's diamond armored daughter