07-18-2018, 12:27 AM
She'd been a wanderer all her life. Loved and lost and met many others in this strange land. And still she'd stayed the same. Same between black and white coat, same unruly mane, and the same searching need to seek out what wasn't there. Her son had left her side this last year, striking and curious. He would make her proud, she knew. But now... her gypsy feet brought her back to the place it began, back to the field. Wretched place. It was a gathering ground for lost souls seeking sanctuary. She fit the bill, again.
Cold earth beneath her feet, warm sun on her back. Spring had begun in earnest, and it would not be long before the meadows clamored with new life. A smokey smile lifted the corners of her lips. Imbolc had been a sweet bairn. His wild nature made him curious. She would have to visit him, soon. But for now, the roaned woman eyed the field. What would her next adventure be?
Stepping with a lively pace, she worked her way across the new grass shoots, spying at last her intended target. A bold coated fellow, similar to her own coloration. Taller by far, and muscled in a way that suggested cold blooded ancestors. More than that, it was his expression of jaded occupation that drew her in. Nothing like an angst ridden stallion to liven the day. Parked by the water, he was doing everything he could to look inconspicuous, which was having the precise opposite effect on her. She chuckled low in her throat as she approached, dipping her head in respectful greeting to belay her amusement. "Hello! What brings you to these parts, cher?" She asked the lost looking stag. Tickaani kept a steady distance, her eyes shining with the thrill of change .
Cold earth beneath her feet, warm sun on her back. Spring had begun in earnest, and it would not be long before the meadows clamored with new life. A smokey smile lifted the corners of her lips. Imbolc had been a sweet bairn. His wild nature made him curious. She would have to visit him, soon. But for now, the roaned woman eyed the field. What would her next adventure be?
Stepping with a lively pace, she worked her way across the new grass shoots, spying at last her intended target. A bold coated fellow, similar to her own coloration. Taller by far, and muscled in a way that suggested cold blooded ancestors. More than that, it was his expression of jaded occupation that drew her in. Nothing like an angst ridden stallion to liven the day. Parked by the water, he was doing everything he could to look inconspicuous, which was having the precise opposite effect on her. She chuckled low in her throat as she approached, dipping her head in respectful greeting to belay her amusement. "Hello! What brings you to these parts, cher?" She asked the lost looking stag. Tickaani kept a steady distance, her eyes shining with the thrill of change .
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@[Marienelli]