01-19-2019, 05:12 PM
The apricot girl dances through the snow and moonlight. Clouds of breath come from nostrils that flare, as brown eyes shine bright like stars made of two fistfuls of dirt. She looks around, happy to be out in the night though she has no escort and is alone. But the girl is unafraid as a dark mop of wind-tousled curls sway beneath two spiraling points of horn - she is not without her own form of protection, even practicing a fencing maneuver and a feint.
Clumps of snow fly up from underfoot as she spins and dances and discovers - all in the same breath! - that she is another land. This is not the Pampas, but some place of hill and rock. Oh! She is in the Southern kingdom, and she is not surprised as a smile graced her lips. It took her a moment to recognize the landscape lit by the moon and draped in the trappings of snow and ice. Wander couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped her mouth, as she spun around again, throwing up the snow with her happy feet.
She was content in being alone; could entertain herself though she had the night and this land to do that for her. So she danced and ran until spent and blowing, she came across a set of tracks that were as fresh as hers had been. Nose to the snow, she followed them until she came to an abrupt halt before a big black stallion. She threw up her head but offered him a smile beneath her impressive horns and dark messy hair. “I see I’m not the only one about tonight,” she murmured softly, just a girl and one unafraid at that!
@[Loic] ❤️