Ygritte
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
The chocolate coated frame of the woman pushes with the two toned male, teasing the the trees, the air, Beqanna herself. Her chest heaves deeply as a smile brilliantly exudes from her lips when she finally pulls to a halt along his shoulder with a playful nudge of the salmon lips. Amber pools brightly glint as she fights to laugh and breath all at once. She felt her bones elongate, her spirit soar. It had felt like so long since she had been so weightless. Attention flickers to the stallion then to the mare but the other is bulking...retreating to to somewhere or some place. Ygritte's features darken with concern, a slow drawn breath taken to rein her wild heart back.
Ygritte does not like that the stallion had made the comment, wondering why it forced the pale mare away. Did they know one another? Had Ygritte spurred a scorn woman? She shifts her weight from one finely muscled hip to the other. "Did you know her?" The former queen did not have hesitation on her tongue but she speaks gently to the stallion. Her eyes remain held firm to him yet her brows collect as blatant concern darkens her features. Ygritte looks at him like with such genuine emotions that one would think they have known each other forever. She allows 'saw' who was in front of her. Never did the mare treat others absentmindedly or without consciousness. All horses, no matter from what walk of earth' deserved to be see and treated equally in her eyes. Ygritte's perpetrating gaze remains on the ebony and ivory spattered stallion as she awaits his reply, her skull lifting but drawn close to the breast as she holds the conversation between them.
But perhaps the mare is too forward. Perhaps she should rein in that curious tongue of hers. With a darting gaze, follows her quick change of subjects. "I'm Ygritte..." Her tones lift as she shakes the cobwebs from her thoughts and throat. "...and that was certainly a fun chase." She can not help but laugh softly against the soft press of wind that ruffles her mane. "What's your name?" The mare quips with a small crooked smile. Her honey hued pools move to look at her companion as he is at her side. She watches how the white flows into the black of his skin, the scars encompassed like tiny mountain ranges and mismatched valleys. Lobes are trained forward despite her wavering gaze but she catches herself, embarrassed (and blushing if horses could) for having allowed her eyes to fluttered over him like the wings of a butterfly.
Ygritte does not like that the stallion had made the comment, wondering why it forced the pale mare away. Did they know one another? Had Ygritte spurred a scorn woman? She shifts her weight from one finely muscled hip to the other. "Did you know her?" The former queen did not have hesitation on her tongue but she speaks gently to the stallion. Her eyes remain held firm to him yet her brows collect as blatant concern darkens her features. Ygritte looks at him like with such genuine emotions that one would think they have known each other forever. She allows 'saw' who was in front of her. Never did the mare treat others absentmindedly or without consciousness. All horses, no matter from what walk of earth' deserved to be see and treated equally in her eyes. Ygritte's perpetrating gaze remains on the ebony and ivory spattered stallion as she awaits his reply, her skull lifting but drawn close to the breast as she holds the conversation between them.
But perhaps the mare is too forward. Perhaps she should rein in that curious tongue of hers. With a darting gaze, follows her quick change of subjects. "I'm Ygritte..." Her tones lift as she shakes the cobwebs from her thoughts and throat. "...and that was certainly a fun chase." She can not help but laugh softly against the soft press of wind that ruffles her mane. "What's your name?" The mare quips with a small crooked smile. Her honey hued pools move to look at her companion as he is at her side. She watches how the white flows into the black of his skin, the scars encompassed like tiny mountain ranges and mismatched valleys. Lobes are trained forward despite her wavering gaze but she catches herself, embarrassed (and blushing if horses could) for having allowed her eyes to fluttered over him like the wings of a butterfly.
Ygritte.
@[Set] Sorry this took so long! It's been a hectic week! Hopefully you haven't loss muse for these two
