07-28-2017, 01:14 PM
On one hand, it was beautiful - granite cliffs as tall as skyscrapers, fine gray sand that lined the sea, caves that the mare could rest her head in.It was luxurious and peaceful, a perfect place for her to start herself anew as the jaguar mare had told her to.
You're not a victim, are you?
On the other, her reasons for coming here had been less than reputable, and she wasn't sure how the queen of this land would react to her continuing her stay here. A departure seemed dreadful...but she could understand why Nayl wouldn't allow her to remain within the boarders.
Speaking of queens, a call is carried through the wind to the crimson mare's ears, and her heart wrenches. A meeting for all who inhabit Nerine...that means the green stallion would be there, as well as the jaguar and blue roan mares. Nayl was probably already aware of her existence...but if she was not, would they tell of her first intentions? She would have to find out.
Chrisma unfolded her copper wings, taking flight gracefully - something she hadn't done in many moons. The wind felt amazing on her face as she flew with the birds. She saw the gathering from a few miles away, and she hesitated briefly. She took a deep breath, and then landed on the powdery sand. She folded her wings tightly at her sides as she walked up to meeting. She stayed in the back of the gathering of horses, listening as the beautiful smokey black tobiano spoke about promotions and other happenings in the kingdom.
Then, she said it, and Chrisma stopped breathing.
"Step forward and introduce yourself if you are new." It was a demand, and not a question. Chrisma held her breath as she inched towards the queen, preparing herself for the worst, but hoping for the best. Nayl was beautiful, and she definitely radiated the word "leader" - her head was held tall, her body poised and regal. The child that clung to her side only heightened Chrisma's respect for her; all of the work involved in being a leader, and she still raised a child.
And then, she was there, standing in front of the mare, hazel eyes looking into Nayl's. Chrisma bowed her head, and slowly began to say her name.
"I am Chrisma..."