place your head on my beating heart - Ygritte

[Kreios]

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash Spring is more visible than ever in the Falls, and I admires the bright colors of the well-watered kingdom as I walks at the edge of the forest. Born in the Dale, I have always appreciated the soft crush of grass between my hooves, something that the Desert and the Orange Country had lacked. The early afternoon sun is shining brightly overhead, and the crisp blue sky is dotted here and there with puffy white clouds. We might have a storm later tonight, I think, tasting the humid breeze as it ruffles my red mane and bends the heads of the flowers in the field. As I walk – patrol really, there is some method to my wanderings – I stop now and again to grab a mouthful of grass. Though I have been eating well and often, the thinness in my ribs remains present, as does the dullness in my coat. My time spent in Purgatory has changed me, and no amount of the magical healing waters of the Falls have been able to restore me to a healthful appearance. I feel fine, which is a blessing; it is only my body that looks to be on the edge of death. Though I a mostly keeping an eye out for strangers as I walk, I am also looking for a salmon-pointed brown mare. Texas has spoken of her to me, and of his intentions for the Falls. I am not sure what – if anything – he has told her, so I have decided that at the very least we should get to know each other.