It's one of those rare weeks that Crota isn't out scouring the field and meadow for potential recruits. Instead she is spending her time among the hills, napping as the gentle breeze wraps around her gently and trickles through her mane. She is doing well so far at this recruiting thing, atleast she hopes that is the case. It may not always be fruitful, but it is her efforts that matter. For when one works hard enough eventually everything falls into place... Right?
Though she had learned during this process that it was important to rest and remain in her home inbetween these ventures, being the support that the rest that resided here needed and most importantly, expected. So here she stood, among the hills, watching over those who came and went and occasionally allowing herself to nap every few hours. It was one of those peaceful weeks that moved slowly, without much activity. Though within the silence and inactivity came the silent promise that more would emerge from from it.
Unlike Merida, she hadn't had a rough childhood or evil siblings. In all actuality, she hadn't had any siblings at all. After her parents had given her life they had chosen to try and try again but had never been able to produce another. Which had been fine with her. In her youngest years she had enjoyed being the only one. Though as she had gotten older she had began to learn to appreciate the comfort that being around others could bring her. Spear and Caw and shown her that this would be possible just by their joining her here on day one.
Though it's through these memories that she hears the sound of hoof beats below, causing her to be torn away from the vivid images of her spotted parents and the all black mare alongside the painted stallion. Slowly she looked down across the hills below, searching for the one whose hoof beats ring throughout the silence until finally she spots the stranger. The stranger's coat is as dark as night and for a moment she thought the mare was Caw, finally coming out from the shadows, until she sees the bright red of her mane and tail.
With a tilt of her head, she watches the other out of curiosity for a moment before her attention is drawn away to another set of hoof beats echoing through the hills. With a turn of her head she notices an unknown stallion, just as black yet with bright white spots dancing across his coat, approaching the other. She watches as the stallion speaks to the other and though she can not hear them, she is suddenly intrigued by them both. For a moment she waits before letting out a gentle nicker of greeting and moving forward at a trot.
With graceful movements despite her short stocky legs, the spotted mare finds her way down through the hills at a quick trot. Approaching the pair, she comes to a stop in-between them both before nodding once more in the form of a greeting. "Hello, I'm Crota, welcome to the hills." For a moment she pauses her eyes switching from one to the other. "How can I help you both today?"
@[Merida]
@[The Tin Man]