05-10-2016, 09:16 PM
i was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.
Her forgiveness is easily won as she is a child and unaware of the pain the world could cause her one day. All she knows now id that her home is forged of ice and snow and warm hearts. She is loved by a family that chose her, not forced. She is grateful for her lovely brothers and her mother and father.
Nevi's lips tickle her mane and she giggled brightly before lipping at his own and springing away. Despite the fact that he is younger, a bit smaller, his eyes are old...his soul is old and Mari is troubled by the seriousness in their depths. The mystique of worry causes her to freeze in her place and move back towards her brother, her skin allowing the honey gold of her natural palomino form sliding over her form like a silk cape.
"Nevi ok?" Her voice is is barely above a whisper, the small skull tilting to the side as nothing escapes the stormy features of the girl child, her small brow furrowing.
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