Kwartz was almost a yearling now, and so did not trail in her wake as much as he used to. She missed her little shadow, who was growing into a handsome youth. She wondered sometimes, if he would take after his father in temperment, in other ways... more and more, these thoughts preoccupied her on her daily patrols. It was on one of these forays that brought her to find this newcomer.
Another stranger to walk in her woods. Granted, this one moved with more confidence than most, as though he did not recognize the boundary he had come across. There was a defiant cock to his head, and the tones of grey that rippled over his muscled frame carried the same sense of careless attitude. Just the way he moved lit something in her. She had several able bodied stallions within her kingdom, men she trusted with the safety of their realm. Perhaps he was interested in becoming one of them? On the other hand, the last time she'd had a visceral reaction to a man, she ended up with a son and a problem...
She loved her woods, especially in winter. The contrast between glimmering white snow and fiery foliage. It was a magical combination. With silent, fluid motion, her steps carry her to stand behind the boulder he had chosen to scale. She paused a moment, admiring the view from below, before clearing her throat lightly. "You wouldn't happen to be looking for me, would you?" She called up, laughing lightly. It was a private joke, really. Everyone who came into the kingdom wanted to speak to her at some point.
@[Arithmetic]
Another stranger to walk in her woods. Granted, this one moved with more confidence than most, as though he did not recognize the boundary he had come across. There was a defiant cock to his head, and the tones of grey that rippled over his muscled frame carried the same sense of careless attitude. Just the way he moved lit something in her. She had several able bodied stallions within her kingdom, men she trusted with the safety of their realm. Perhaps he was interested in becoming one of them? On the other hand, the last time she'd had a visceral reaction to a man, she ended up with a son and a problem...
She loved her woods, especially in winter. The contrast between glimmering white snow and fiery foliage. It was a magical combination. With silent, fluid motion, her steps carry her to stand behind the boulder he had chosen to scale. She paused a moment, admiring the view from below, before clearing her throat lightly. "You wouldn't happen to be looking for me, would you?" She called up, laughing lightly. It was a private joke, really. Everyone who came into the kingdom wanted to speak to her at some point.
@[Arithmetic]