I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Well, despite the eventfulness of her arrival (darling Heda and her jealous streak was quite exciting she must admit), Trissy has been enjoying her time exploring her new home. She has already weaseled her way up to the peaks of the mountains, and made a point of finding the most difficult routes. Her muscles complained at the work she demanded of them, having grown soft since her time in the Beyond, but she simply gritted her teeth in reply.
All in all, she finds herself falling in love with the land. In places, it appeals to her feral nature, especially along the long paths of the canyon basins where her steps echo softly off the walls. In others, it shows her new sides to her character, ones that she may never have discovered alone in the Beyond. Ivar, of course, is always a sight for her sore eyes, and she seeks him out occasionally, restless in her wait for Torture's arrival.
She is relaxing for now, having finished climbing up a particularly steep rock wall to reach the crest of one of the small mountains of the kingdom. Sweat stains her black hide, rising in billows of steam into the crisp winter air. Without much investigation, the mare finds some trees beneath which to lay, and she does so now, pulling melodically at strands of long grass and consuming them placidly.
Not every day calls for sinful tramps with lustful men, after all.
With her small but hardy legs nestled neatly beneath her trim barrel, the Arab contents herself with some light dozing peppered with mindless nibbles of the sweet green grass. Guilt stabs in her stomach every once in a while, reminding her that she could be doing so much more with her time - but then again, she has no true duties in this land as of yet. She had spent decades living in harsh, bleak conditions until now; so today, she deserves to relax.
All in all, she finds herself falling in love with the land. In places, it appeals to her feral nature, especially along the long paths of the canyon basins where her steps echo softly off the walls. In others, it shows her new sides to her character, ones that she may never have discovered alone in the Beyond. Ivar, of course, is always a sight for her sore eyes, and she seeks him out occasionally, restless in her wait for Torture's arrival.
She is relaxing for now, having finished climbing up a particularly steep rock wall to reach the crest of one of the small mountains of the kingdom. Sweat stains her black hide, rising in billows of steam into the crisp winter air. Without much investigation, the mare finds some trees beneath which to lay, and she does so now, pulling melodically at strands of long grass and consuming them placidly.
Not every day calls for sinful tramps with lustful men, after all.
With her small but hardy legs nestled neatly beneath her trim barrel, the Arab contents herself with some light dozing peppered with mindless nibbles of the sweet green grass. Guilt stabs in her stomach every once in a while, reminding her that she could be doing so much more with her time - but then again, she has no true duties in this land as of yet. She had spent decades living in harsh, bleak conditions until now; so today, she deserves to relax.
Trissy