Miamor

[Ygritte]

The buckskin is haunted. Those dark, dark eyes are deep and pit-less like an abandoned well. They drink in Ygritte's form and enveloped the bay woman. Ygritte watches from her place, lobes forward and attentive. Her name is Miamore and it is melodic and sweet like honeysuckle. BUT the sienna doe's next word's catch Ygritte off guard. Concern flashes over her face like the casting of a shadow. Mia? The tones are soft as she takes a pace closer. Vocals almost a hushed whisper of worry as the mare stammers along to her inquiry. "I'm here too see if you would like a home, Mia. I live at the Dazzling Falls." A small smile crosses her lips as she thinks of her home briefly before looking back to the mare-child. "Perhaps come and see first? Then decide?" It was a simple enough request. Mia could leave if she decided without any opposition.

ygritte

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