08-31-2019, 11:57 AM
It had been a very long time since the grullo had laid eyes upon Beqanna. The spindling mountains and emerald seas stretching beneath her in endless waves of forgotten stories and years-long since past. She had fled these lands the moment she was old enough, no guilt felt for ditching the small family she had left. The only man she truly ever loved (Her darling twin) chose to stay and for that, she could not blame him. Somewhere in the trees beneath the soaring maiden the bay splash still roamed, but that was a tireless search for another day. Now she wished to reacquaint herself with the home she had abandoned in her youth.
Amber eyes peered below her, clouds blocked her view but any native could pick out the meadow from the break of dying trees and curling flowers. A spring chicken would have crashed into the opening on unsteady hoof but Jag had been doing the whole flight thing for a while. Like a feather she floated to the ground, front legs stretching gracefully forward to bring her gently to the dying earth. Dark wings curled into her sides as the bite of the autumn air shook her fully. It had been much warmer where she came from it seemed.
All around the smoky tower equines talked, their voices distant and merry like bells on a sleigh. They all seemed as though they had a place to belong, somewhere to return after their morning chats had settled.
Must be nice
The thought twirled and danced in her brain as she scanned the small crowd. On the edge of the meadow, looking just as lost as she is where the woman found her victims. The mare was very pretty and the lithe winged child beside the stranger reminded Jager of herself a long time ago. Spindly wings not yet used to being used curved across golden sides and wild eyes flashed protectively over the child.
Her poll raised and slowly she made her way towards them. Jag had been around enough mothers to know how... territorial they could be. She let a friendly whicker slip from her lips and she stopped far enough away from the two as to let them get a good look at her.
Peering closely enough they would fid that thick strands of bronze adorned her and fell in twisting curls across her face and neck. The sun glinted across the oddly colored tendrils and sent them sparkling and twinkling like stardust. She had a friendly face, one not unlike the mare who birthed her. If the grullo had grown to known her mom she would know she wasn't much unlike the splashed maiden before she lost her mind. In fact, Jag was a mirror of that same innocence and kindness the diplomat had been known for years prior.
All that to say the soft smile adorning her lips and the lack of tension in her shoulders and spine would hopefully not scare of the wandering pair before her.
"Good Morning Ladies,"
And with that greeting, she awaited a reply.
(Hope this isn't too cruddy this is the first time I have written this Lady, I promise it will get better <3 )
Amber eyes peered below her, clouds blocked her view but any native could pick out the meadow from the break of dying trees and curling flowers. A spring chicken would have crashed into the opening on unsteady hoof but Jag had been doing the whole flight thing for a while. Like a feather she floated to the ground, front legs stretching gracefully forward to bring her gently to the dying earth. Dark wings curled into her sides as the bite of the autumn air shook her fully. It had been much warmer where she came from it seemed.
All around the smoky tower equines talked, their voices distant and merry like bells on a sleigh. They all seemed as though they had a place to belong, somewhere to return after their morning chats had settled.
Must be nice
The thought twirled and danced in her brain as she scanned the small crowd. On the edge of the meadow, looking just as lost as she is where the woman found her victims. The mare was very pretty and the lithe winged child beside the stranger reminded Jager of herself a long time ago. Spindly wings not yet used to being used curved across golden sides and wild eyes flashed protectively over the child.
Her poll raised and slowly she made her way towards them. Jag had been around enough mothers to know how... territorial they could be. She let a friendly whicker slip from her lips and she stopped far enough away from the two as to let them get a good look at her.
Peering closely enough they would fid that thick strands of bronze adorned her and fell in twisting curls across her face and neck. The sun glinted across the oddly colored tendrils and sent them sparkling and twinkling like stardust. She had a friendly face, one not unlike the mare who birthed her. If the grullo had grown to known her mom she would know she wasn't much unlike the splashed maiden before she lost her mind. In fact, Jag was a mirror of that same innocence and kindness the diplomat had been known for years prior.
All that to say the soft smile adorning her lips and the lack of tension in her shoulders and spine would hopefully not scare of the wandering pair before her.
"Good Morning Ladies,"
And with that greeting, she awaited a reply.
(Hope this isn't too cruddy this is the first time I have written this Lady, I promise it will get better <3 )