10-02-2018, 06:42 PM
Mary was older now, nearing adulthood and her search for friends were nearing the end. Father grew tired of her tactics and constant wandering, but it was just fuel to her fire. None the less, she decided perhaps she would try out this whole 'Recruiting ' thing.
Mary decides to go to the river, it was the closest to Sylva after all. She casually finds her way, strolling through the river in search of an equine with no familiar scent. She found a few horses mingling, but none who looked in search of a home.
Just as she was about to give up she spotted a dappled stallion. She tilts her head slightly in confusion, he looked damn near identical to her father. The build was thinner than her own, and he had blue eyes. interesting she thinks to herself.
The young mares own pelt changed from the green she was born with and slowly fading into the grey her father bore. She shrugs and decides to approach the lonely stallion. Care for company? she asks, play was detectable in her tone. My name is Mary, and yours? She attempted her best diplomacy tactics.
@[Oriax]
Mary decides to go to the river, it was the closest to Sylva after all. She casually finds her way, strolling through the river in search of an equine with no familiar scent. She found a few horses mingling, but none who looked in search of a home.
Just as she was about to give up she spotted a dappled stallion. She tilts her head slightly in confusion, he looked damn near identical to her father. The build was thinner than her own, and he had blue eyes. interesting she thinks to herself.
The young mares own pelt changed from the green she was born with and slowly fading into the grey her father bore. She shrugs and decides to approach the lonely stallion. Care for company? she asks, play was detectable in her tone. My name is Mary, and yours? She attempted her best diplomacy tactics.
@[Oriax]