06-19-2015, 11:56 AM
She's not sure why she's here but there was a reason. She hasn't been in Beqanna long but the alabaster woman finds herself in the throng of the meadow. It reminded her of the field but without the stress of a stallion forcing you home for anyone for that matter.The chilled winter tugs at the inky black mane, knotting it and teasing it to give the mare a bit of a wild look. Call it casual messy, if you will. The svelte frame moves carefully over the patches of dry foliage to near the bank of one of the small streams that thread through the meadow like veins. Slender skull dips to taste the cold mountain waters before lifting and looking about. Perhaps there are other meadow bums hanging around.
Dark pools gaze silently with jaw set and muscles tense. The arab framed woman stood like that of a seasoned ballet dancer, tense, poised and ready to move with the practiced grace.
The dished skull moves upon the snow hued neck to twist and observe the small bands of equus lazily discussing weather and most recently, pregnancies. Elka gave silent praise that she was not with child--depsite never ever having been before. Yet it was a small blessing in her book. A soft sigh falls from her lips as she observes the sky and the wind, looking like a dislocated weather vane at times but the girl wasn't much of a big talker. She was more observant and analytic but the bit of a curve to to her lips and the chiseled cheeks gave her a youthful and softer look upon her pretty features. Hopefully she would have some company to converse with. It was hard being friendless in Beqanna.
the deer queen