Ethaethe walked into the forest, a new, intruiging part of Beqanna. She loved how she blended into the shadows. She loved the smell of the woods, the sight of prey -- erm, white rabbits. The one thing that panged her heart was she didn't have her son. She looked around, hoping to either see that white wraith, Gryffin. She had always had a slight fondness of him.
Ethaethe smiled wickedly, thinking of the last covering of hers. Oh, rebellion had felt so sweet then. She loved it, then. She bathed in it, before she lost two foals and died a painful death. She might change now. Might. Nothing more, preferably less. She moved out again from where she stopped absentmindenly. Her heart felt like somthing was missing, somthing outside of herself. Somthing that her foal should have been the result of.
She shook her head. "Ethaethe, you won't fall in love." she said to herself. She didn't care, she was alone, right? She looked to make sure, to her astonishment, there was somebody. She shook her head, trying to get the image away. But the horse was still there. "Hello? What are you doing here?" she asked.
(ooc: Yes, Cassi gave me permission to resurect a dead horse.
)
Ethaethe smiled wickedly, thinking of the last covering of hers. Oh, rebellion had felt so sweet then. She loved it, then. She bathed in it, before she lost two foals and died a painful death. She might change now. Might. Nothing more, preferably less. She moved out again from where she stopped absentmindenly. Her heart felt like somthing was missing, somthing outside of herself. Somthing that her foal should have been the result of.
She shook her head. "Ethaethe, you won't fall in love." she said to herself. She didn't care, she was alone, right? She looked to make sure, to her astonishment, there was somebody. She shook her head, trying to get the image away. But the horse was still there. "Hello? What are you doing here?" she asked.
(ooc: Yes, Cassi gave me permission to resurect a dead horse.
)