09-05-2016, 07:08 PM
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The mare moves cautiously over the foreign lands. Nothing is the same but she must remain calm for her children. For her and Romek's children. Tears threaten her eyes but she forces them back, the blues glittering like sapphires. Arete and Alivia was surged forth in their infantile lives so far, playing and tugging at one another is nothing has changed. Mari nudges them occsaionally, caressing the matted softness of their brows as she treasure the odd pair.
Soft wuffles help guide them as the now white and gold mare moves through the foliage. It was strange but the woman is changed, different. The blue of her eyes are stronger and confident. Mari also knows that she has changed...the birth of her children had lead her to death but they had also been the reason she returned to them. In the time of her return, her ability to change colors to camouflage herself had left but the mare was no longer palomino. She stands a glistening white, like the snow of the tundra, and golden on her limbs, muzzle and mane.
Mari knows that she can be seen and so she hurries the children along for the sake of finding a safe place for the girls. Lobes are flickering rapidly when voices carry like smoke from her place. At first there is an unknown voice. It's keeper is male and asks to claim a land. Confusion befuddles the mare as she calls the fillies close but when his voice - Romek's voice states that he is there to ask then the woman feels her limbs uproot from their place. Ret and Ali are ushered along with little protest as this was all a grand adventure.
Eyes peek from the sanctuary of the foliage till she sees the glitter of the white points along his spine. <b>"ROMEK!"</B> Mari does not care that she shouts so loudly. <b>"Come girls."</b> She commands gently and the pair of color children come bursting out as the little indigo filly nips her sister and tears of. Maribel follows after as she crashes into the stallion, forgetting her currently new color state but not caring. Romek should know his wife no matter her color.
Eyes shift to Demian and she moves to dip her head politely to him as they stand on this mountain asking for a land. Mari takes her place next to her husband, stealing a glance in hope he realizes they could talk later. The girls are currently paying no mind to all the adult business. <b>"I, too, join Romek and his team."</b> The mare speaks confidently to no one in particular as she touches every part of her side against Romek's that was possible. Mari does not understand what is happening but all she cares is that she is next to her mate.
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</div><div class="mariquote">And when she laughs you'll always take notice.
'Cause her heart's charm will shine right through it all.</div></div></center>
it's rushed, i know, but i am kinda behind lol no more vacation for me!
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The mare moves cautiously over the foreign lands. Nothing is the same but she must remain calm for her children. For her and Romek's children. Tears threaten her eyes but she forces them back, the blues glittering like sapphires. Arete and Alivia was surged forth in their infantile lives so far, playing and tugging at one another is nothing has changed. Mari nudges them occsaionally, caressing the matted softness of their brows as she treasure the odd pair.
Soft wuffles help guide them as the now white and gold mare moves through the foliage. It was strange but the woman is changed, different. The blue of her eyes are stronger and confident. Mari also knows that she has changed...the birth of her children had lead her to death but they had also been the reason she returned to them. In the time of her return, her ability to change colors to camouflage herself had left but the mare was no longer palomino. She stands a glistening white, like the snow of the tundra, and golden on her limbs, muzzle and mane.
Mari knows that she can be seen and so she hurries the children along for the sake of finding a safe place for the girls. Lobes are flickering rapidly when voices carry like smoke from her place. At first there is an unknown voice. It's keeper is male and asks to claim a land. Confusion befuddles the mare as she calls the fillies close but when his voice - Romek's voice states that he is there to ask then the woman feels her limbs uproot from their place. Ret and Ali are ushered along with little protest as this was all a grand adventure.
Eyes peek from the sanctuary of the foliage till she sees the glitter of the white points along his spine. <b>"ROMEK!"</B> Mari does not care that she shouts so loudly. <b>"Come girls."</b> She commands gently and the pair of color children come bursting out as the little indigo filly nips her sister and tears of. Maribel follows after as she crashes into the stallion, forgetting her currently new color state but not caring. Romek should know his wife no matter her color.
Eyes shift to Demian and she moves to dip her head politely to him as they stand on this mountain asking for a land. Mari takes her place next to her husband, stealing a glance in hope he realizes they could talk later. The girls are currently paying no mind to all the adult business. <b>"I, too, join Romek and his team."</b> The mare speaks confidently to no one in particular as she touches every part of her side against Romek's that was possible. Mari does not understand what is happening but all she cares is that she is next to her mate.
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</div><div class="mariquote">And when she laughs you'll always take notice.
'Cause her heart's charm will shine right through it all.</div></div></center>
it's rushed, i know, but i am kinda behind lol no more vacation for me!