04-17-2017, 05:02 PM
She’s in an undetermined land, but she is not afraid. She stands, unwavering at the soft roll of a hill, her flaming tendrils twisting around her black face as she stares out into unknown. It is quiet here, much quieter than it was in the meadow or forest (or even the field), and for that, Merida was thankful. In a way, Merida also was trying to escape the magic that infiltrated all of Beqanna. She, of course, did not realize this was one of her reasons for venturing out beyond the places of familiar territory. But if she were to think about it a little bit harder, she would come to the understanding that what the two fillies made her do only a few months ago in the dead of winter was something that she would come to be wary of – those who had too much power.
The black mare, flecked with red, flinches slightly at the sound of a voice next to her. Her blazing eyes find the stallion easily, and she snorts in amusement. Even from a few yards away and announcing his presence, she still had become startled at his approach. She lowers her head slightly, appearing bashful to the stranger. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly, a hint of a Scottish lilt in her voice as she apologizes for her recoiling and lack of overall awareness in a new land. “I’m not myself lately.” This last bit was almost to her self, trying to comfort her own mind with the idea that the reason she is standoffish and quite oblivious of her surroundings was merely because she was feeling ‘off’.
He seems to be venturing onto the land at around the same time she has and for some reason his presence gave Merida some space to relax (not that she was paying enough attention to begin with to be overly cautious). The muscles beneath her red-flecked coat unwind slightly, a back hoof tipping as she shifts her weight. “I’ve about as much information as you,” she says flatly, eyes turning to scan the rolling green hills that spread out before them.
Almost as if on cue, a gentle nicker catches Merida’s ears. Her eyes rest on the source – a small, strong mare was coming towards them (her and the unknown stallion were a ‘them’ now to her, yes), greeting the duo with kind eyes. Merida watches her cautiously, unabashedly scanning the mare, called Crota, for any signs of malicious intent. There was none (of course Merida wouldn’t know just by looking – she didn’t have any powers to let her know any different), and with a snort, the ebony mare nods her head towards the spotted mare in greeting. “It seems we have our answer,” she states coolly, her eyes flicking towards the stallion beside her, a glimmer of a smile on her dark lips.
“Merida.”
She introduces herself quite casually to both the stallion and to Crota. To be honest, the spotted mare’s question was a loaded one, though Crota wouldn’t have any clue as to why it would be. Of course, Merida couldn’t just tell a complete stranger that she needs somewhere to live and to feel protected – that would be too pathetic and Merida does not want pity. She also desperately wants to answer Crota’s question with her own: Are you going to be able to help me?
Merida decides to save that question for a later time, and rightly so.
“I’m somewhat of an explorer. The new lands that have just sprung up have interested me and I couldn’t help but travel.” A pause. “The hills are by far the most peaceful.” Which the red-flecked mare liked – peaceful, quiet, no sign of those who wish to torment for the sake of torment…at least not yet.
The black mare, flecked with red, flinches slightly at the sound of a voice next to her. Her blazing eyes find the stallion easily, and she snorts in amusement. Even from a few yards away and announcing his presence, she still had become startled at his approach. She lowers her head slightly, appearing bashful to the stranger. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly, a hint of a Scottish lilt in her voice as she apologizes for her recoiling and lack of overall awareness in a new land. “I’m not myself lately.” This last bit was almost to her self, trying to comfort her own mind with the idea that the reason she is standoffish and quite oblivious of her surroundings was merely because she was feeling ‘off’.
He seems to be venturing onto the land at around the same time she has and for some reason his presence gave Merida some space to relax (not that she was paying enough attention to begin with to be overly cautious). The muscles beneath her red-flecked coat unwind slightly, a back hoof tipping as she shifts her weight. “I’ve about as much information as you,” she says flatly, eyes turning to scan the rolling green hills that spread out before them.
Almost as if on cue, a gentle nicker catches Merida’s ears. Her eyes rest on the source – a small, strong mare was coming towards them (her and the unknown stallion were a ‘them’ now to her, yes), greeting the duo with kind eyes. Merida watches her cautiously, unabashedly scanning the mare, called Crota, for any signs of malicious intent. There was none (of course Merida wouldn’t know just by looking – she didn’t have any powers to let her know any different), and with a snort, the ebony mare nods her head towards the spotted mare in greeting. “It seems we have our answer,” she states coolly, her eyes flicking towards the stallion beside her, a glimmer of a smile on her dark lips.
“Merida.”
She introduces herself quite casually to both the stallion and to Crota. To be honest, the spotted mare’s question was a loaded one, though Crota wouldn’t have any clue as to why it would be. Of course, Merida couldn’t just tell a complete stranger that she needs somewhere to live and to feel protected – that would be too pathetic and Merida does not want pity. She also desperately wants to answer Crota’s question with her own: Are you going to be able to help me?
Merida decides to save that question for a later time, and rightly so.
“I’m somewhat of an explorer. The new lands that have just sprung up have interested me and I couldn’t help but travel.” A pause. “The hills are by far the most peaceful.” Which the red-flecked mare liked – peaceful, quiet, no sign of those who wish to torment for the sake of torment…at least not yet.