If Adria had been a predator, Wrena’s useless sand-sock of a body would be immediate dog meat. She wis so tired, her ankles so swollen; her abdomen huge and tight with pregnancy…There’s no way, no desire really, to get away. It was no predator, however, but to Wrena’s quiet delight it is the vermilion mare who claims this isle. Just the silky voice she wanted to her, and despite her misery, her muzzle pulls into a grin as her ember-orange eyes flicker open. The attraction to Adria had been immediate, the nature of it was not clear, but Wrena did not mind the mystery. It is easy for Wrena’s bright eyes to follow the mare as she moved like water on the air, like mist and a gentle wave at the same time. Magic has a feeling that spread from its use, as if your soul recognizes the smell of it; it never got old and in good times, brought a loving twinge to the dragon girl’s heart.
She did not move at the Nereid moved with ghostly grace without disturbing the water. She drew in a breath, watching the mare like one might watch the dusk showing off its bright dancing colors. She is eerie and beautiful. “You have crossed my mind as well, Adria.” she purrs, savoring her name in a different tone. “And now I am here.” She smiles, it is genuine but the sinister nature of her almost reptilian face keeps her form ever looking too ‘sweet’.
“I am ready.” she winces a bit at her tumbling belly, kicking at it with a groan. “And eager.” She shakes the pain away like a wet dog, rippling the water and sending the pecking fish away temporarily. “Eviction is soon, so, I’ll be ready to roll for anything…” she snickers, assuming the mare might be able to relate to the boredom and other such miseries that go with creating life with your body.
@[Adria]