She hadn’t meant to sneak up on anyone. If anything, she had meant to stay hidden within the shadows and pass by unnoticed. For one who was so eager to explore and venture out into the unknown, she was rather cautious when it came to others – especially those with magical traits. With the wild red of her mane and tail as well as the same wild look in her eyes, she would appear to have traits of her own. However, the magic in her lines seem to end with her unique coloring; that being so, the strong and muscular mare tries to keep to herself most of the time. It is lonely, which she didn’t enjoy, but she has experienced too many manipulative behaviors of traited horses to not be slightly fearful of them.
The hills had proven quiet and a content place to reside. It was called Loess now, but not that the name matters. The land had become familiar and almost homey to Merida, but her ache for new environments drew her away from her quiet home. There was talk of a river, quiet murmurings about a new place that the faeries had revealed. She heard the whispers many times before she could no longer resist, and late last night she decided to leave. Traveling throughout the night to arrive just as daybreak shone over the land, she found herself staring down at a broad, winding river.
Her gleaming red eyes take in the landscape, breathing in the clear, springtime air. Bright green grasses waver gently in the morning breeze; the crisp calls of birds rising in wake filling the otherwise soundless scenery. She drew closer to the river, strong ebony legs bringing her nearer at a choppy trot. Ears prick as the sound of rushing water meets her, its spray misting from the current as the water slicks over smooth stones and outcropping boulders. It was a beautiful sight, something quite different than she was used to seeing and it made her happy. She realizes, though, that as she brings herself to where grass turns into a dark, murky shoreline, that she was not alone nor was she the first to arrive here.
Merida stops short, snorting sharply with astonishment. Her black hooves stand solidly in the damp dirt of the riverbank, wild and unruly tendrils of flaming red framing her face as she stares on with unequivocal surprise. He’s already speaking though and the stranger has taken it upon himself to relieve the tension of two strangers meeting on happenstance. Unlike him, she is bright-eyed and extremely alert, her skin growing taut over tense muscles. She is nearly frozen in place, unsure how to react. She presses her lips together firmly, ebony lids narrowing slightly over the flaming red of her eyes. His wings are folded casually against his sides, a chocolaty brown against the honey-gold of his shoulders and broad back. “Um, I’m Merida,” she answers with a fumbling voice. “I didn’t think anyone would be down here this early, I’m sorry if I startled you.” She admits with a slightly embarrassed look, a gentle snort leaving her nostrils.
“Is the water still cold from winter?” she asks quietly. She wanted to get in.
The hills had proven quiet and a content place to reside. It was called Loess now, but not that the name matters. The land had become familiar and almost homey to Merida, but her ache for new environments drew her away from her quiet home. There was talk of a river, quiet murmurings about a new place that the faeries had revealed. She heard the whispers many times before she could no longer resist, and late last night she decided to leave. Traveling throughout the night to arrive just as daybreak shone over the land, she found herself staring down at a broad, winding river.
Her gleaming red eyes take in the landscape, breathing in the clear, springtime air. Bright green grasses waver gently in the morning breeze; the crisp calls of birds rising in wake filling the otherwise soundless scenery. She drew closer to the river, strong ebony legs bringing her nearer at a choppy trot. Ears prick as the sound of rushing water meets her, its spray misting from the current as the water slicks over smooth stones and outcropping boulders. It was a beautiful sight, something quite different than she was used to seeing and it made her happy. She realizes, though, that as she brings herself to where grass turns into a dark, murky shoreline, that she was not alone nor was she the first to arrive here.
Merida stops short, snorting sharply with astonishment. Her black hooves stand solidly in the damp dirt of the riverbank, wild and unruly tendrils of flaming red framing her face as she stares on with unequivocal surprise. He’s already speaking though and the stranger has taken it upon himself to relieve the tension of two strangers meeting on happenstance. Unlike him, she is bright-eyed and extremely alert, her skin growing taut over tense muscles. She is nearly frozen in place, unsure how to react. She presses her lips together firmly, ebony lids narrowing slightly over the flaming red of her eyes. His wings are folded casually against his sides, a chocolaty brown against the honey-gold of his shoulders and broad back. “Um, I’m Merida,” she answers with a fumbling voice. “I didn’t think anyone would be down here this early, I’m sorry if I startled you.” She admits with a slightly embarrassed look, a gentle snort leaving her nostrils.
“Is the water still cold from winter?” she asks quietly. She wanted to get in.