05-06-2015, 04:14 PM
The buckskin pony has been a relatively quite Queen thus far. Perhaps it was too much of a culture shock, to go from isolated wanderlust to centre of a sandy kingdom in one fell swoop. She might need more time to adjust, to change her ways to an altogether more social being and really come out of her shell, embrace the limelight.
Pevensie decides to save that for another day though, because at present she wanders alone across the dunes, musing to herself, completely comfortable lost in her own thoughts. The feather, put there by the gods of the desert, flutters lightly in the breeze. She snorts, noticing a stallion away at the oasis, far below the dune she had taken use of as a watchtower. It wasn't that she was guarding the kingdom as such, more that the view from this post was particularly pleasant in the soft light of spring.
She dances down the side of the dune to greet him, more like a bulldozer than any elegant arabian faerie. She smiles though, a nice enough smile, warm and welcoming, rich and inviting. The sun-queen glows a little as she draws near to him, enjoying the soothing heat of the sun on her spine, the clear cool air drawn in by the breeze. It is a good day to bring forth a smile.
"Hello, I'm afraid we haven't met before. My name is Pevensie. What has brought you to the Deserts today?" she introduces herself, parking her rump a respectable distance him his own, tail tangling around her legs, toyed with by the light wind.
Pevensie decides to save that for another day though, because at present she wanders alone across the dunes, musing to herself, completely comfortable lost in her own thoughts. The feather, put there by the gods of the desert, flutters lightly in the breeze. She snorts, noticing a stallion away at the oasis, far below the dune she had taken use of as a watchtower. It wasn't that she was guarding the kingdom as such, more that the view from this post was particularly pleasant in the soft light of spring.
She dances down the side of the dune to greet him, more like a bulldozer than any elegant arabian faerie. She smiles though, a nice enough smile, warm and welcoming, rich and inviting. The sun-queen glows a little as she draws near to him, enjoying the soothing heat of the sun on her spine, the clear cool air drawn in by the breeze. It is a good day to bring forth a smile.
"Hello, I'm afraid we haven't met before. My name is Pevensie. What has brought you to the Deserts today?" she introduces herself, parking her rump a respectable distance him his own, tail tangling around her legs, toyed with by the light wind.