06-15-2017, 05:49 PM
Merida
from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken
The boy does not hesitate, especially now that he has been given permission to enter by Heda. Merida wrinkles her nose, a rather bad habit that she had acquired since she was just a filly. Her mother and father would always tell her that she needed to hide her emotions a little better, or at least try to, but it didn’t suit the ebony and red mare. He’s excited, and if Merida would let herself think on that for a moment, she would realize that she and Ivar had a lot more in common than she realizes. She too, had been an adventurer during her younger years, inquisitive (almost to the point where it was irritating to most) and fiery. The two have not diminished as she grew older (she questions everything), but she lacks the luster she once had – maybe it was the weight of time wearing heavy on her, or maybe her experiences in her life haven’t been what she had originally dreamed them to be when she was a filly.
He bucks before settling in beside her, and Merida’s brows rise in amusement, her lips still pressing together firmly. The last child she had met that was about his age had been the eerily strange twins in the meadow, who had rescued her from an icy, water death. The memory of them is hazy, but the haunting feeling they left in her mind did not diminish. She shivers slightly, wondering if that’s why she is so put off by everything at the moment, but shrugs as if dismissing the thought. Those two were long gone, and no one knows what she had done to secure her safe recovery from the shattered ice.
With a snort, Merida’s burning red gaze glances down at Ivar. They have begun walking now, a slow and steady pace that the mare has set. She is not sure if Heda will follow, but in good faith, the mare pricks her ears towards him as begins to rattle off questions, trying to keep the exasperation from finding her face. Instead she merely grinds her teeth to keep from saying something snarky, seeing as the young colt had no idea how her sense of humor (or sarcasm) seems to work just yet. She flicks her tail against her red-freckled haunch, taking a breath and exhaling in a sigh.
“I know about the same as you,” she says flatly in response to where Heda used to live. She honestly didn’t know anything about the winged woman; their time together has been short and fleeting, and though she was still wary about the blue-tipped mare, Merida was not one to tell someone else’s story. “Moving is a thing. I’ve moved countless times, everywhere, even beyond Beqanna.” Merida’s eyes flick forward to the baobab tree that they were heading for, rolling her shoulders as memories of her past flutter in her mind. “Bet you’ll move soon, too. You don’t seem like you can stay in one place for long.” Her voice slows at the end of her statement, almost pointedly, hinting at the boy’s chipper disposition and quick moving hooves. Such innocence, he had. She wonders if he knows how lucky he is to not be put down by the pressures of the world yet.