Heda
It's not very often that she finds herself here, she had far too many duties now to go ahead and leisurely recruit. But unfortunately her very own purple have too neglected their very own duty so she must make up for them. She couldn't allow herself to look weak within the eyes of others nor could she look like a failure. So she comes here, the field a place of recruitment.
Her hazel hues lift the sky, as she rides with the wind, winds held out agape as she glides around in a rather aloft manner. Cotton candy fluffs of clouds disappear within her path, as she nears the field slowly descending as she does get ever so closer. With navy pistons driving her forwards in preparation, she lands with grace allowing her wings to remain unfurled for moment before neatly tucking them into the safeties of her sides.
Her nostrils flare, as the stench of sweat and body odor hits her aggressively, but that's not only the only thing that reaches her kindled mind. The sweet call of emotions hail her name, some malicious while others are so sweet, so kind she can't help but smile as they come to her one by one. As she makes her way through the recruiting grounds.
She searches for someone alone, perhaps a sweet yet shy mare or a friendly stallion? And so she finds him, a flea bitten grey creature with flowers glittering across his mane, as he stood beside the water edge. A rather tempting creature, yet she holds back. She watches him for moments, as his gaze meets her wings and bounces off to others many gifts, and he's stilled she can't help herself. With a gentle smile curled upon her lips she strides forwards, "Hello there, I'm Heda." She allows her honey sweet words to be released into the atmosphere. She does not care to mention her title nor ruling just simply her name, and that was quite enough for now. Her germs meets his azure and she watches him for a brief moment before allowing her words to interject once more, "What lovely flowers you have!" She remarks. "Would you care to share a name?" She questions.
The navy whisps of her mane, play about in the wind, as her tail whisks about her hocks. As she awaits fro him to answer she has one thing remaining within he min, will this man choose to follow her home. Or would another butt in?
Her hazel hues lift the sky, as she rides with the wind, winds held out agape as she glides around in a rather aloft manner. Cotton candy fluffs of clouds disappear within her path, as she nears the field slowly descending as she does get ever so closer. With navy pistons driving her forwards in preparation, she lands with grace allowing her wings to remain unfurled for moment before neatly tucking them into the safeties of her sides.
Her nostrils flare, as the stench of sweat and body odor hits her aggressively, but that's not only the only thing that reaches her kindled mind. The sweet call of emotions hail her name, some malicious while others are so sweet, so kind she can't help but smile as they come to her one by one. As she makes her way through the recruiting grounds.
She searches for someone alone, perhaps a sweet yet shy mare or a friendly stallion? And so she finds him, a flea bitten grey creature with flowers glittering across his mane, as he stood beside the water edge. A rather tempting creature, yet she holds back. She watches him for moments, as his gaze meets her wings and bounces off to others many gifts, and he's stilled she can't help herself. With a gentle smile curled upon her lips she strides forwards, "Hello there, I'm Heda." She allows her honey sweet words to be released into the atmosphere. She does not care to mention her title nor ruling just simply her name, and that was quite enough for now. Her germs meets his azure and she watches him for a brief moment before allowing her words to interject once more, "What lovely flowers you have!" She remarks. "Would you care to share a name?" She questions.
The navy whisps of her mane, play about in the wind, as her tail whisks about her hocks. As she awaits fro him to answer she has one thing remaining within he min, will this man choose to follow her home. Or would another butt in?
Go ahead. Laugh at the girl that loved to easily
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Ex-Queen of Loess