06-02-2017, 08:21 AM
Things had begun to stir in Loess, her ‘home’ (if she even wanted to call it that just yet). What once was a quiet, solitary land now became buzzing with life and new residents, which Merida knows is good for a growing kingdom but she could not help but feel a bit distraught at the idea of new strangers roaming throughout. She didn’t mind meeting new people; but she was constantly on edge and wary (a bit untrusting, at first) with anyone she came in contact with. That is why she decided to venture from Loess, to relief herself from the anxiety of the bustling liveliness that was now there.
Summer has hit Beqanna with full force, the sun steaming up the land with its intensity. Merida’s black skin felt uncomfortable beneath its heat, itching and shining with a coat of sweat that had settled over her. Even her mane, fiery red and normally running wild around her face, clings tightly to the curve of her freckled neck in the summer heat. As she walks through the meadow, she could plainly see the waves of heat as it flickers above the grass, the lazy hum of bees filling her ears. Quietly but quickly, with a purposeful trot, the strong black mare brings herself to the creek. She used to wander the meadow frequently before she found Loess, and remembers well the different landmarks that pepper the wide, open field.
She remembers the creek from two winters past, completely frozen over and solid. Merida comes to a halt before the now fluidly moving water, her dark red eyes staring at the flow thoughtfully. She remembers falling through the ice and the tightness of the cold water in her chest and nostrils; she remembers the eerie magicians who brought her to safety – not without a cost.
The black mare shakes her head to rid herself of the memory, but her heart rate has already increased from the recollection. Without another thought she steps into the water, the coolness immediately soothing her hot legs. She enters until she is up to her chest, lowering her muzzle to drink from it. Merida had been distracted in her own thoughts previously, but now she realizes that she is not alone in the creek. With a soft snort that causes ripples of water to leave from where her nostrils touch the water, she lifts her head curiously as she watches the blue mottled mare. “The heat is dreadful, isn’t it?”
Summer has hit Beqanna with full force, the sun steaming up the land with its intensity. Merida’s black skin felt uncomfortable beneath its heat, itching and shining with a coat of sweat that had settled over her. Even her mane, fiery red and normally running wild around her face, clings tightly to the curve of her freckled neck in the summer heat. As she walks through the meadow, she could plainly see the waves of heat as it flickers above the grass, the lazy hum of bees filling her ears. Quietly but quickly, with a purposeful trot, the strong black mare brings herself to the creek. She used to wander the meadow frequently before she found Loess, and remembers well the different landmarks that pepper the wide, open field.
She remembers the creek from two winters past, completely frozen over and solid. Merida comes to a halt before the now fluidly moving water, her dark red eyes staring at the flow thoughtfully. She remembers falling through the ice and the tightness of the cold water in her chest and nostrils; she remembers the eerie magicians who brought her to safety – not without a cost.
The black mare shakes her head to rid herself of the memory, but her heart rate has already increased from the recollection. Without another thought she steps into the water, the coolness immediately soothing her hot legs. She enters until she is up to her chest, lowering her muzzle to drink from it. Merida had been distracted in her own thoughts previously, but now she realizes that she is not alone in the creek. With a soft snort that causes ripples of water to leave from where her nostrils touch the water, she lifts her head curiously as she watches the blue mottled mare. “The heat is dreadful, isn’t it?”