Long May She Reign
The crisp winter air brought the dappled mare out of hiding, her home barren as the trees lost there leaves. It seemed as good a time as any to visit the field, a trip she has not made in some time.
She took her time to reach the field, but the movement kept her warm as the days grew colder. She cautiously explored, a target still on her back until Sinner comes back a champion from his battle. Her belly grew a new spawn, but she still held onto her slim figure for another weeks at least.
As she thought about heading home as a failed visit her eyes catch another. A bay stag with horns protruding from his head. A small grin appears on her maw, as her eyes scan the thin white blanket on the floor she allowed her pelt to match it, though her hooves remained ruby.
She trots up to the stranger, coming to a halt before him. Hello there, her head turning to scan the horizon before shifting back. What brings you out to the field? She looks at him with curiosity, though she was not able to pick up a scent on him.
MARY
@[Arka]
