And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
The moonlight filters down from the velvet night sky, bathing the land below in its serene glow. The red and teal mare stands beneath those pearlescent beams, face lifted in lovely serenity towards the subtle light. Night has always been her favorite time, it’s dim light her sun as the stars are her sky. She lives for the night, whiling away the daytime hours in slumber or easy activity. But the night is when she truly becomes herself, when she is most alive and alight.
After a long, silent moment, she sighs, her delicately carved head lowering as eyes of the brightest silver blink open. A subtle shimmer of crimson and emerald gleams briefly across her cheek, a small remnant of a time long since gone. She barely remembers those days anymore.
They hardly matter anyway.
She had heard the warnings of the land of course, but she had paid them little heed. She never has. The active workings of Beqanna hardly interest her. Time flows, and soon, this too would pass. Of that she has little doubt. And so she does as she has always done, holding to her night, allowing the beauty and fragility to sustain her.
As the old saying goes, not all who wander are lost.
After a time she moves onward, her path taking her to the rippling edge of the river. It sparkles and dances beneath the cool light of the moon, beautifully entrancing. Enticing. She mirrors that beauty for herself, weaving glimmering strands of silvery starlight into the vibrant lengths of her mane and tail. She has always been a beautiful woman, slim of build, curves softening the lines of her body. Her coloring, her brilliant eyes, have only added to the subtle mystery. And now, with the lights gleaming against her skin, she is made that much more ethereal.
She had always been aware of her inherent beauty, has used it much like one might use their words or talents to their advantage. And it could be very advantageous. She is not a shy woman, nor would she pretend at such innocence.
And it has never led her astray. Not yet.
With a faint smile touching her blue lips, she steps into the water. It is crisp against her skin, numbing almost. But she allows the sensation to wash over her. It is worth it to feel such loveliness on her skin.
Lirren
@[Ivar]