09-16-2016, 08:25 PM
V A K A R I A N
i'd rather be a riot than indifferent
The bay woman moves through the great grass sea. The brown of her coat glistens like a spit shined penny under the rising sun of morning. Lobes are moving to catch any sounds outside her blind spots, the tickle of growing grasses tickling her belly. Vaka finds herself enjoying the quiet of the meadow in the early spring.
The frost of a late winter clings to the shaded parts of the land but the sun's eyes feels good. Vakarian settles to graze in the pool of warmth, letting it relax and sooth the soreness of her bones from her most recent journey to the coat...her new home.
The sounds of birds reach her. The scent of new fawns and damp earth invigorate and energize the sienna mare as she centers herself with the gentle voice of Beqanna. On the occasion, an amber eye turns skyward to gaze at the sounds of crows cawing overhead to their mates before her attention returns to the lullaby of the land.
The frost of a late winter clings to the shaded parts of the land but the sun's eyes feels good. Vakarian settles to graze in the pool of warmth, letting it relax and sooth the soreness of her bones from her most recent journey to the coat...her new home.
The sounds of birds reach her. The scent of new fawns and damp earth invigorate and energize the sienna mare as she centers herself with the gentle voice of Beqanna. On the occasion, an amber eye turns skyward to gaze at the sounds of crows cawing overhead to their mates before her attention returns to the lullaby of the land.
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