silver rings and gypsy bells; astray

[Maribel]

i was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.

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The mare-child can't help but feel her body burn it's way through three shades of baby pink to a been burning ember of red. Her color shifting sometimes got the best of her. She had never made physical contact before other than rough-housing with her brothers and playing with her father. Maribel can not help but entranced bu the penetrating silver eyes possessed by the ashened black male. Her jaw is a agape as she stammers a bit. His own apology touches her ears and she rips away her blue eyes.

"Sorry- I'm Maribel...from the Tundra." She allows a soft, nervous laugh to follow through after the completetion of the soft soprano tones. She is the essence of feminine beauty. Soft and gentle, naive. The young mare lifts the long lashes to reaches the male's own. They creept from the deep green of the grass up his limbs, his chest, his neck. Finally the deep pewter pools are matched with her own as a small smile curls the soft edges of her lips.

"It's nice to meet you...Astray. Where are you from?" The tones are simple and innocent enough. She takes a pace near the young stallion, muzzle pressed towards him as she scents his skin. He reminds her of fresh new fallen snow and the spice of cinnamon. It is delightful to her senses and she tries to hide the intrigue he has over her.

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(i love his awkwardness! <3<3 )

@[Astray]