04-02-2018, 05:50 PM
Two seasons she has already spent within the realm of Beqanna, though it scarcely feels it. With so much to observe and discover here, it felt like winter and spring had vanished in the span of a simple intake and expulsion of a breath. Luckily for her, her well-toned legs are used to the constant wandering that she had so incessantly done before. Up until now she had never been quite so certain as to why she had been wandering about almost trance like. Yet now prior habits have been replaced with a foreign desire to become part of something larger and to call somewhere home. Though she very well already knew that Nerine or Ischia had the greatest chance of where she would settle, she ultimately still had that pesky urge to learn all about Beqanna first by meeting different residents and learning about the varying lands. And today was not an exception.
Breckin wades carefully through the belly length strands of pasture; being mindful of any unseen creatures she may flush out with each step. The sun was beating down upon her black spotted back and she reveled in the warmth of it with heavily lidded eyes. Finally she stops in the midst of the meadow as a gentle breeze teases her pale mane, frenzying the blue jay feather that has recently become entangled in its tresses. It’s there that she almost locks her limbs for a well deserved nap, but the unmistakable sound of voices nearby sparks her curiosity. The sound beckons her further into the meadow where the blades of grasses gradually recede to a shorter height.
Before she knows it she quite literally upon the duo and nearly stumbles over the black stallion as he hauls himself upward. Startled by the sudden movement, she comes to an abrupt halt as the stallion finishes his question to the piebald mare. Fleetingly, she is unsure of where to go from here—it’s probably too late to turn tail and scuttle away in embarrassment. With a light cough she clears her throat, “So sorry to interrupt you." Relaxing her tense shoulders, she resigns to offer her name to them also, “I’m Breckin.”
@[Jesper] @[Starlin]
Breckin wades carefully through the belly length strands of pasture; being mindful of any unseen creatures she may flush out with each step. The sun was beating down upon her black spotted back and she reveled in the warmth of it with heavily lidded eyes. Finally she stops in the midst of the meadow as a gentle breeze teases her pale mane, frenzying the blue jay feather that has recently become entangled in its tresses. It’s there that she almost locks her limbs for a well deserved nap, but the unmistakable sound of voices nearby sparks her curiosity. The sound beckons her further into the meadow where the blades of grasses gradually recede to a shorter height.
Before she knows it she quite literally upon the duo and nearly stumbles over the black stallion as he hauls himself upward. Startled by the sudden movement, she comes to an abrupt halt as the stallion finishes his question to the piebald mare. Fleetingly, she is unsure of where to go from here—it’s probably too late to turn tail and scuttle away in embarrassment. With a light cough she clears her throat, “So sorry to interrupt you." Relaxing her tense shoulders, she resigns to offer her name to them also, “I’m Breckin.”
@[Jesper] @[Starlin]