where the buffalo roam; any

[Ygritte]

Ygritte was always easy to read. She never tried to hide her emotions not could she. She wore them on her face like daisies in her hair. And now Mandan knows this. He bears witness to the rapid turmoil that crosses the woman's features but he also will see the relief splash like fresh spring water, rinsing away the muddy worry. He said yes! In a flurry the pools glassy with wetness brighten and widen in happiness! "Oh Mandan," a smile pulling her lips in an upward curve as she settles close to his side.

The bay woman listens to her mate as he soothes her, wicking away her worries in only a few words. His gentle nudge makes her laugh brightly and in return hr receives a soft one from her. Lobes flick to catch words about a sister and Ygritte knows this tree. It stands solid and ancient in the walls of the forest as the other foliage bow before it. Skull elevates to playfully nip at the inky black horns that sprout from her love's poll. His presence alone if enough to make her feel safe and warm. His scent draws her to a warm place and she revels to be beside that stallion that she may call her lover, her partner. 

ygritte

texas&nativity

((so cute want me to make a thread in the falls? or would you like to? im ok with whatever <3 ))