"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
It is strange for him to once again be in the normal world; moments ago, it would seem, he was a boy, running along with demons, black magic coursing through his veins. But now he is back in his familiar body, back into the world of comforting scents and smells, with the only difference being the shiny quality to his mane and tail. It is garland, which he knows is from the world he just left, and as odd (and reflective) as it may look, he finds it is quite effective against the gnats that fly around.
He is still young in terms of body and experience. He is just now fully grown, filled with the blind confidence of a young stallion, with the looks to match. He isn't arrogant, or at least he thinks - he is simply aware of himself. The field is a place he as seen before but never taken the time to enjoy, so he stops and grazes under the multicolored trees, the gentle rays of autumn warmth hitting his muscled back. As much as he loves feeling like a stallion, like an adult, he is lonely and is unaware of just how to approach another horse, stallion or mare. So instead he waits for one of them to come to him. It's not like he is hard to spot, with the garland a ruby red from the sunshine - he is a beacon, surely, for others to spot.
He has always loved the fall, with its crisp morning air and sweet scents, with its stunning colors of gold and copper and ruby. This year is no different, and he quite likes the garland that adorns him, for it matches the colors of the trees and their newly-colored leaves. He feels more connected to the fall, in a way, although he will never admit that. He knows that is a childish thought, and he has worked so hard to seem like a man, but he cannot help but be youthful at times. He has not been hardened by the hardships many others have faced, so he is innocent, and cannot help that it is in his nature to be so.
Autumn was indeed a peculiar time in Beqanna. Scents filled the air and made everyone heady and careless. They walked about in dazes, stallions floating after obnoxious mares with their rear ends sashaying like royal queens. But Ygritte was not immune to such nature. The young mare had finally grown into her own body, losing the gainliness that adolescents all seemed to and her body filling out it's proportions elegantly. She grew fuller in all the appropriate places, the bay skin slick and taunt over her own quarters.
Ygritte was not foolish as to not know how her body seemed to betray her and give off the first scents of estrus and she did her best to not wander far from the Falls but as of late the population had dwindled and the salmon tinted bay was alone. It seemed as all of those she invited hung around for a few weeks then disappeared. Even Texas seemed occupied lately with the weight of the crown so Ygritte knew that in spite of the fall and what it meant to equines that she must venture to the field in search of others looking for a home.
Honey hued pools immediately find the shine of the red. It was quite hard to look away as she found her legs moving the svelte form towards that of a lone stallion. A small smile graces her feminine features as she nears him, tail clamped as tightly as possible in effort to subdue the beginning of her heat. Ygritte believes she may have to avoid the field in the next few days to come but hopefully she hasn't put herself in danger at this point.
"Hello." Large curious eyes search for the stallions once they were finally taken from his interesting mane. Vocals are soft and velvet smooth when she greets him, rose hued lips parting to make the words. "What brings you to the field?" It was an absolutely silly question because all horses were in the field for a reason but perhaps she could feel out if he was looking for a kingdom or herd. "Oh!" She gives her head a shake seemingly to clear it as she begins to laugh lightly like the tinkle of silver bells. Long lashes fall over those amber pools with a bit of embarrassment as she forgot to introduce herself. Lashes raise as she finds his own gaze, holding it. "I'm Ygritte." The small coy smile blooming across the salmon kissed lips once again.
He is still unused to the stirring he feels upon passing a mare covered in a sweet scent; he is young enough to not know what it means, but old enough to feel the effects of a mare's heat, even if he does not know it by that name. He can smell it all around him, nostrils flaring as he grazes, ears twitching briefly as he listens to the little bits of conversation that float his way. He quite enjoys his little corner of the field, apart from the politics and song-and-dance he knows nothing of, that the older equines so easily partake in. He cares nothing of their politics, for he doesn't understand them. He is still too ignorant in his age to understand much of the "adult" world he has so surprisingly entered. He hears them and raises his chiseled head to face them, ears perked as he slowly takes in the delicate form before him. she was stunning and salmon, an unusual color, but considering he had garland for a mane and tail, he chose to instead embrace it. It was a beautiful compliment to her bay color, after all. So he offers a smile and dips his refined head towards her, nostrils flaring briefly as he caught her scent in the cool autumn air; she smells of daisies and crisp nightime air, where stars can be seen for miles. It stirs and nudges at something he doesn't quite understand, so he chooses to ignore it in favor of conversation. "Hello." He greets her in warm tones, a smile tugging at his lips as he catches her eyes, seeing her interest in his oddity of a mane. He would stare, too, if he was her, so he doesn't mind. Her question is the one he's heard from the snippets of other groups, and he is about to answer when she exclaims, introducing herself before he answers. Her laugh is musical, like birdsong or bells, and he is entranced, watching as she shakes her head. He meets her eyes and lets out a soft, deep laugh in return, finding himself warmed by the coyness of her salmon smile. "I am Farren, and I'm here to make friends." He chuckles, shaking his head slightly to get the forelock from his eyes. His voice has not yet gained the perfect maturity of a time-tested stallion, instead full of the confidence and curiosity of a boy, not yet grown, but in a grown body. "But I wouldn't mind finding a kingdom to adventure through." He would love to have an actual home, instead of wandering about, and he certainly wouldn't mind going home with such a mare. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ygritte."
He is not like most stallions that existed in Beqanna. His eyes and mind were open and clean slated. He is a charming gentleman without a hint of malicious manipulation. There is not dark gleam in his eyes and Ygritte appreciates this. Once she recognizes his interest in conversation she moves to extend her muzzle in greeting. Velvet lobes flicker to catch his words after she has risen the delicate tiara.
Honey hued pools run over his frame lightly as she reads his body language, still cautious. But when he offers his name does she relax and her smile widens. "It's wonderful to meet you as well Farren." Eyes lower a moment as she collects herself as much as possible. It was still difficult to offer her home, awkward and bumpy. Lashes raise to meet his gaze as she listens to his answer and her eyes betray her excitment as they glint when he says he is looking for a residence. "Well, Farren...I know you have other choices. But I live at the Dazzling Falls...we would love to have you there." Her smile, girlish and playful, curls her lips. If he were decide to follow her it would certainly make her day. It would be nice to have someone else around for conversation but if not, Ygritte would not be crestfallen for it is his choice. Amber orbs look to the ashen stag.
Farren seems kind. He is curious and that adds the his innocent charm. He seems like a genuinley kind person and would fit right in at the Falls. Eyes flicker to the garland once again and she can't fight her smile from growing as it was so odd and she bites her lower lip in earnest to fight the words that bubble in her throat. "What stunning hair you have!" The exclaimation comes out in a rush of words and if Ygritte had hands she would have clamped them over her mouth in embarassment. "Oh...sorry." Apology is offered rapidly, hopefully this would not deter Farren.
He lets his muzzle touch against her salmon one, reveling in the soft velvety feel of it, a smile unable to leave the curve of his lips. She seems young, just as he is, and he feels a kindness in her gaze and in the sincerity of her gentle tones, and so he feels a sort of kinship with her; they are both somewhat out of place, among the older equines, but they create their own little corner, he feels, so he is comfortable in her presence. She seems gentler by far than the eldest equines here, and he wonders briefly if life is what makes them so hard and unkind. She relaxes at his name and so he relaxes in turn, smile matching hers in its intensity; she is genuine, and he can feel that he is right, for not a soul could pretend to be what she is so naturally. Her eyes lower, briefly, and his head tilts slightly in curiosity. She seems bashful, almost, but when she lifts her honeyed gaze again he can only see excitement. He racks his brain, trying to think if anything he had said would create such a brightness, but she solves the question for him once she speaks. He has a hard time focusing on her words, exactly, for her voice is so lovely he is content to listen to its rise and fall, but his question is answered soon enough once he registers her words. To live alongside her would be paradise, indeed, and so his head bobs in answer. "I would love to come and live in the Dazzling Falls, with you." His smile is bright, even though he seems sheepish at his last words. He'd just met her, and yet he is acting like they are lovers - but how could he realize that, for his innocence is so great that he can only think that is the kind way to accept. He sees her eyes flicker to his strange mane once again and he watches her smile grow, until it seems she may burst - which, moments after such a thought, words burst from her, and he laughs at the sudden apology. "It is rather bright, isn't it?" It shines in the rays that hit it, and he smiles at her, tossing forelock from his eyes with a quick movement of his head. "I woke up with it, and I actually quite like it. It reminds me of the leaves in the fall, and autumn is my favorite season, so I think it fits me." He gestures at the leaves below their feet and makes eye contact with her again, smile unable to leave his lips every time he looks at her. It is like a childhood crush, although he doesn't know it by such a name - he simply feels a tingly warmth through his veins when he looks at her.
Ygritte does everything she possibly can to contain herself but she is positivly vibrating as she anticipates Farren's reply. But when he agrees to join her at the Falls she can't help but squeal in excitment and rushes up to him and throws her neck around his in an embrace. "Oh wow! Sorry-" She laughs close to his ear before pulling back, imagining she must look like a fool but he seemed so kind and warm. Much like her Mandan. A broad smile is on her lips as she dances in place momentarily before planting those long limbs and straightening herself. "You are going to love it!" Light brown pools bright with excitement as she speaks a little too quickly and pauses for a breath as she listens to his comment about his newfound hair.
"That is positively fantastic! It's so bright and lovely." The mare admires his tresses thoughtfully before meeting his gaze once again "It certainly does remind me of the burst of red in autumn and it suits you very well." She gives a curt nod as though to add a physical period to the end of that statement.
Ygritte likes Farren. He represents a side of Beqanna she has seen in only a few. So many horses now held grudges, bitterness for past wrong-doings by themselves or others. They did not turn their faces to the sun anymore but instead chose to live among the shadows. Ygritte felt a bite of sorrow for these creatures though she was sure they felt none for her. Delicate visage focuses from her daydreaming to Farren's youthful face, the small dreamy frown that had troubled her shifts to that of a crooked smile as she moved aside him. Crown flicks towards the way of the Falls. "Shall we?" Tones spoken in a joking professional manner. After all, it was only polite to escort him.
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