Ygritte
08-17-2016, 08:51 PM
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
The mare does not notice the owl hidden within sweeping branches but instead her attention is on the flutter of wafting dead leaves. They grow brittle and starve as the tree regains her sap, her blood in her veins. In turn, the leaves dry up and crumple to the ground below.
The salmon pointed bay woman is not special. Very little sets her apart from equine to equine. She is not tall and statuesque. She is not intimidating nor a fighter. Ygritte...daughter of Nativity and Texas, was just like everyone else other than the simple mutation in pigment. Yes, she was a queen and had been for sometime but the distance that had grown since the birth of Zai ached in her breast. Kreios had spent time more away and even more so now that Zai was gone from her side. A low sigh conjures up from her throat and is passed over the coral lips.
When the owl morphs to a horse, the amber of her eyes gaze with placid features. She was accustomed to many things but this was not one of them but with the reign of her queenship brought steadiness like a warship on calm seas. Pools gaze at the now form dark horse while a curious little smile plays upon the edges of her lips. "Oh no, no...-" when he asks her to not be sad, her gaze dipping away, "I...well...things change and it's inevitable." She finds her voice coming easily to her as she speaks and looks into the kind eyes, The stallion surged a sense of comfort and understanding but Ygritte bites back on the jumble of words to suppress their desire to be spoken and confess all her woes.
"I'm Ygritte." The mare says her name -and only that- not queen of anything, not anyone's daughter.
Just Ygritte.
The salmon pointed bay woman is not special. Very little sets her apart from equine to equine. She is not tall and statuesque. She is not intimidating nor a fighter. Ygritte...daughter of Nativity and Texas, was just like everyone else other than the simple mutation in pigment. Yes, she was a queen and had been for sometime but the distance that had grown since the birth of Zai ached in her breast. Kreios had spent time more away and even more so now that Zai was gone from her side. A low sigh conjures up from her throat and is passed over the coral lips.
When the owl morphs to a horse, the amber of her eyes gaze with placid features. She was accustomed to many things but this was not one of them but with the reign of her queenship brought steadiness like a warship on calm seas. Pools gaze at the now form dark horse while a curious little smile plays upon the edges of her lips. "Oh no, no...-" when he asks her to not be sad, her gaze dipping away, "I...well...things change and it's inevitable." She finds her voice coming easily to her as she speaks and looks into the kind eyes, The stallion surged a sense of comfort and understanding but Ygritte bites back on the jumble of words to suppress their desire to be spoken and confess all her woes.
"I'm Ygritte." The mare says her name -and only that- not queen of anything, not anyone's daughter.
Just Ygritte.
Ygritte.