05-26-2018, 08:20 PM
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D espite the unrest that settles across Beqanna like a thick, suffocating blanket, the Meadow is surprisingly peaceful. The tall spring grasses are a feast for many and there are horses of all walks of life grazing among the emerald, pink, and yellow colors. Flowers blossom alongside rugged brush while the trees have finally dawned their leafy-clothing once more. The bright, cloudless sky adds the perfect splash of color to the wide clearing and Wound finds herself sighing aloud at the sight of it all.A chestnut stallion catches her eye, distracting her from the twins who have now chased after their disappearing mother. He seems friendly enough, offering her a polite smile amidst the tall grass, and Wound decides to make her way toward him. She’s here to get away from Tephra, true, but that doesn’t mean she can’t make friends along the way. A warm nicker leaves the clutches of her throat as she approaches, her slender chest pushing through the greenery. Coffee brown eyes inspect the man closer, taking in the russet of his wings and the splash of white upon his body. “I hope I’m not bothering you,” she says quietly. Her voice is a slender hush upon the springtime breeze, but it is there nonetheless. “My name’s Wound.” Her eyes take in the reaction of his face, curious to know if her attempt will be shouldered away or warmly accepted. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
@[Belgaer]