Wind runs through her mane.

[BrokenStar]

.:: onyx femme had caught Blue's scent on the wind. femme had watched the ridge, a concern in her for both the maidens and their cargo. it was coming time to birth and the longer the days felt. flints carry lithe form across the topographies from gemstone ridge to the meadow. nares catching the iron lady's aroma. the emeraldines dead in winter, ice crisp on the airstreams. ::.

.:: femme's cerulean pools find her lead mare, up on the ridge, harsh loam. fatale finds troublesome as she scales the mountainside. flints digging into rock earth. finally she is up and azure pools lock onto the shadowy fatale circling Blue. femme calls, piercing. Femme's round and bulging barrel swings as she traverses over. ::.

Back off.

.:: soprano sings a harsh song. ::.

Our babes are not for your sick and twisted mind. Go and hide. Go and skulk in the shadows like you should.

.:: femme watches with piercing cobalt orbs at the shadow maiden. she is dark minded and twisted, femme could see the way she stalked, the way she reached out. fatale collides flints with the loam as she trots closer. ::.

I think jealousy is an ugly emotion.

.:: femme knows it is hypocrisy as she had been jealous once before. but onyx arabian knows now that jealousy grows into hatred and hatred destroys. onyx dial turns to the iron maiden and orbs scan her frame. ::.

Are you alright Blue?