It’s strange, how this place hasn’t seemed to age or change at all. It had been centuries since she had been here but the meadow still speaks to her with familiarity. As if she had only been gone for a day instead of years. None of the faces here register anything within her, not recognizing a single one. She prefers that. She is still at the beginning of her hunt, still in the information seeking stage. “Patience.” She can hear his growl in her ear, red eyes flashing with annoyance at having to remind her yet again. A flash of stained blunted teeth at her neck, sharp and annoyed. “The more you know, the better prepared you will be. Then you can set the stage and arrange your actors.”
There was no better place to find snippets of news and exchange information then this place. There was the added bonus of also being comfortable in this element, knowing this land that she had once called home while the rest of Beqanna remained much a mystery. There is a thought of what her next step might be and her steely gaze glances in the direction of where she knows the field to be. A suggestion of a snarl curls at the corner of her mouth, the thought of being claimed or told what to do by anyone making her froth with distaste. It was necessary though, the next step in their plan. Kingdoms would open new avenues and bring even more information, a kingdom was the perfect place to hide and plot.
The thought shifts to the back burner, turning her attention on today. Hooves dig deep into the snow beneath her as she gallops through the winter wonderland the season provides. Her jaguar-dappled liver coat stands out against the endless white that she moves through, sending up a spray of flakes where she runs. The sun is bright and high today, the only source of warmth to be found. It glitters across the untouched surface of ivory before her, brushes against her backside with its welcomed heat. With a toss of her neck and a shrill whinny of enthusiasm, she increases her stride. Cold whips at her face, tangles the silky milk-white of her mane into something disheveled. She feels wild and it shows in the muscles that ripple beneath her skin, the patterns of sweat that begin to form along her coat. It had been such a long time since she had been allowed this freedom so she greedily enjoys it, drinks in every moment of it.
She never forgets the plan. Never forgets why she had come back here. Even in her wildness, there is still a purpose. Vinny knows she is a beautiful creature and when she is like this, untamed and reckless, it is hard to ignore. That’s what she’s counting on as she gallops through snowdrifts with no destination in mind. Always glancing from beneath her dark lashes out of the corner of her eye to see who might be watching.
Seeing red again
Phae Pony/Any
