Ygritte
10-19-2016, 02:12 PM
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 weight of responsibility was heavy on her shoulders and it made her head feel heavier than it use to. The bay and salmon woman tossed around the idea of how to shape this new colony, to make the small group of horses content with Sylva and to not let the memory of Kreios fade away. In the depths of her chest, the ache is still sharp and angry. The mare had no idea of knowing that the spotted king was gone (whether is was his will or not) but she was angry that he had left.
Time to time, Ygritte consideres the notion of fleeing her commitments. Perhaps she should just flee the constraints that chained her to this land and allow another to take the burden. Perhaps her daughter Marlyn. A swift but small jerk sends the idea away as she is not ready for her child to bear it. The spotted youth was not ready by any means.
It is the scent of another that draws her away from her thoughts. At first the routine smile touches her lips, her eyes softening, and just as she is about to toss forth a call...a black and white stallion makes his way towards her. Ygritte can not be at least be a bit stunned to see such a loudly marked creatures. "Well hello there." The sound of her voice is high and lifting with it's feminine tones. A small laugh floats from between parted lips as she finds a standing point amongst the ferns and molting leaves. Amber pools take a moment to look him over as he approaches with the most curious expression.
"This is Sylva-" The woman speaks affectionately as she turns an eye to her home then back to the crimson and black stallion. "and I'm Ygritte." She smiles at him still as his interest and enthusiasm is rather infectious.
She is but a long creature in the vast forest. Only a few members remained in the land. Some had left, others drifted like paper sail boats on the tide. The mare worries for her small band for she is without traits (unlike most horses remaining in the world) and quite frankly, she is the only leader absent of any nifty tricks but it still worries her nonetheless. A keen eye watches the other for any sort of misjudged observations of motives for entering Sylva but when she is satisfied with her inspection, she relaxes. "What's your name?"
Time to time, Ygritte consideres the notion of fleeing her commitments. Perhaps she should just flee the constraints that chained her to this land and allow another to take the burden. Perhaps her daughter Marlyn. A swift but small jerk sends the idea away as she is not ready for her child to bear it. The spotted youth was not ready by any means.
It is the scent of another that draws her away from her thoughts. At first the routine smile touches her lips, her eyes softening, and just as she is about to toss forth a call...a black and white stallion makes his way towards her. Ygritte can not be at least be a bit stunned to see such a loudly marked creatures. "Well hello there." The sound of her voice is high and lifting with it's feminine tones. A small laugh floats from between parted lips as she finds a standing point amongst the ferns and molting leaves. Amber pools take a moment to look him over as he approaches with the most curious expression.
"This is Sylva-" The woman speaks affectionately as she turns an eye to her home then back to the crimson and black stallion. "and I'm Ygritte." She smiles at him still as his interest and enthusiasm is rather infectious.
She is but a long creature in the vast forest. Only a few members remained in the land. Some had left, others drifted like paper sail boats on the tide. The mare worries for her small band for she is without traits (unlike most horses remaining in the world) and quite frankly, she is the only leader absent of any nifty tricks but it still worries her nonetheless. A keen eye watches the other for any sort of misjudged observations of motives for entering Sylva but when she is satisfied with her inspection, she relaxes. "What's your name?"
Ygritte.