03-16-2017, 08:38 AM
Merida would be the last one to admit that she’s gotten herself into situations like this before. Her time outside of Beqanna has left her with a lot of experience in adventures and the like, but at her core she was still the young filly whose heart seems to lead her instead of her brain. She wouldn’t trade it for any other way, though. Those who are too logical or practical were dull – and Merida refused to be seen as dull.
Of course, now she was probably being seen as silly and honestly quite dim-witted. The pair standing over her had a glimmer of mischief in their eyes, which did not surprise the black mare. There are so many types of creatures that sprout up in Beqanna, she did not think for a second that the two fillies could not help her out of the icy water, she just had to convince them it was worth doing. She sighs - this might take awhile.
Thankfully, Merida was quite the swimmer – she was strong and agile, and though was tiring slowly (as any mortal horse would), she continues to tread water purposefully. Her strides became elongated and controlled, keeping her head above the water just as far as it needed to be so that she would not waste unnecessary energy. The only thing that worried Merida (and it was at the very far reaches of her thoughts) was the cold. She could tread water for as long as she needed. The cold, however, is unforgiving. Soon her muscles would grow weary and taut beneath her ebony skin and fail her.
Her golden eyes roll towards the purple twins who gazed at her as if she was a feast to be had. Merida’s skin pricks, though not with fear or from the bitter cold water against her skin, but anticipation. This – this is what she had been looking for.
She was a thrill-seeker. The idea of the unknown excited her and she thirsts for it. The boredom that she had built up during her time in the meadow all seems worth it now – especially when they offer her a way out. She seems oddly calm as she paddles in the water, surveying the winged creatures thoughtfully. They were almost serpent-like, their green eyes hungrily on her. Merida felt almost as if she was in a labyrinth, confronted by magical and mysterious creatures that would grant her a wish, but not in the way she had hoped.
The pair stood before her and Merida was enthralled at their great wings and spiraled horns, immediately in awe of their obvious power at such a young age. Merida was not one to be jealous, but she was one to be in want. She senses that the two foals were getting a huge thrill out of this situation as much as Merida was, and she decides to use this to her advantage.
“Perhaps I am, lasses.” There was a hint of a Scottish accent on her voice as she spoke, nostrils flaring red as she tries to keep the water from entering them. If she could have shrugged beneath the frigid, dark waters she would have. “The magic in Beqanna is great as well as your offer…” she takes a breath and swallows, fighting the numbness that was beginning to shroud her – she had been in worse situations before. “Tell me, what is it you two need? What would benefit two brilliant creatures as you? What is it you could possibly desire from a mere mortal such as myself?” A couple breaths were taken here. Speaking was causing her to tire more rapidly, and Merida compensates by quickening the strokes of her strong legs.
Truly Merida had nothing to offer in the way of magic or treasures (though she always had craved and desired it – oh how wonderful it would be to have a trait!) – but loyalty, servitude, protection, tracking…those were the qualities she bore well. “I am resilient and strong. I have no loyalties here in Beqanna yet – but that can change.” Merida says this thoughtfully, not desperately, wondering if perhaps her vigor and ability to stay above the water’s surface for such a long while would entice the young witch-like creatures, or the fact that her allegiance could be bought. “And though not because of magic, I’m exceptionally good at finding something – or someone – who does not want to be found.” Her breath was slowly becoming shaky, the fierce temperature of the water taking its toll on her body.
They could of course let her drown (that is still an option, Merida is aware) or perhaps even submerge her under the surface and quicken her fate. However this thought is at the back of her mind as her gold eyes trace their features, an expression of longing and desire on her face. She desperately was hoping she would get to see the power that the two truly had.
Of course, now she was probably being seen as silly and honestly quite dim-witted. The pair standing over her had a glimmer of mischief in their eyes, which did not surprise the black mare. There are so many types of creatures that sprout up in Beqanna, she did not think for a second that the two fillies could not help her out of the icy water, she just had to convince them it was worth doing. She sighs - this might take awhile.
Thankfully, Merida was quite the swimmer – she was strong and agile, and though was tiring slowly (as any mortal horse would), she continues to tread water purposefully. Her strides became elongated and controlled, keeping her head above the water just as far as it needed to be so that she would not waste unnecessary energy. The only thing that worried Merida (and it was at the very far reaches of her thoughts) was the cold. She could tread water for as long as she needed. The cold, however, is unforgiving. Soon her muscles would grow weary and taut beneath her ebony skin and fail her.
Her golden eyes roll towards the purple twins who gazed at her as if she was a feast to be had. Merida’s skin pricks, though not with fear or from the bitter cold water against her skin, but anticipation. This – this is what she had been looking for.
She was a thrill-seeker. The idea of the unknown excited her and she thirsts for it. The boredom that she had built up during her time in the meadow all seems worth it now – especially when they offer her a way out. She seems oddly calm as she paddles in the water, surveying the winged creatures thoughtfully. They were almost serpent-like, their green eyes hungrily on her. Merida felt almost as if she was in a labyrinth, confronted by magical and mysterious creatures that would grant her a wish, but not in the way she had hoped.
The pair stood before her and Merida was enthralled at their great wings and spiraled horns, immediately in awe of their obvious power at such a young age. Merida was not one to be jealous, but she was one to be in want. She senses that the two foals were getting a huge thrill out of this situation as much as Merida was, and she decides to use this to her advantage.
“Perhaps I am, lasses.” There was a hint of a Scottish accent on her voice as she spoke, nostrils flaring red as she tries to keep the water from entering them. If she could have shrugged beneath the frigid, dark waters she would have. “The magic in Beqanna is great as well as your offer…” she takes a breath and swallows, fighting the numbness that was beginning to shroud her – she had been in worse situations before. “Tell me, what is it you two need? What would benefit two brilliant creatures as you? What is it you could possibly desire from a mere mortal such as myself?” A couple breaths were taken here. Speaking was causing her to tire more rapidly, and Merida compensates by quickening the strokes of her strong legs.
Truly Merida had nothing to offer in the way of magic or treasures (though she always had craved and desired it – oh how wonderful it would be to have a trait!) – but loyalty, servitude, protection, tracking…those were the qualities she bore well. “I am resilient and strong. I have no loyalties here in Beqanna yet – but that can change.” Merida says this thoughtfully, not desperately, wondering if perhaps her vigor and ability to stay above the water’s surface for such a long while would entice the young witch-like creatures, or the fact that her allegiance could be bought. “And though not because of magic, I’m exceptionally good at finding something – or someone – who does not want to be found.” Her breath was slowly becoming shaky, the fierce temperature of the water taking its toll on her body.
They could of course let her drown (that is still an option, Merida is aware) or perhaps even submerge her under the surface and quicken her fate. However this thought is at the back of her mind as her gold eyes trace their features, an expression of longing and desire on her face. She desperately was hoping she would get to see the power that the two truly had.
Well, oops...looks like Merida craves magic/power. Hopefully the twins enjoy that! Lol
