05-22-2015, 08:15 PM
love is a temporary madness...
The night air is cool against her skin as she floats through the air, all the while admiring the crystal clear sky of black, studded with gem-like stars. A soft sigh escapes her dark lips as she admires the beauty, lost in thought as she is. It takes her a moment to realize that her aimless meandering has brought her much farther afield than she had realized. When she glances down at the distant ground, she recognizes the familiar topography of the field. Night is generally not a great time for recruiting, but just as she is about to turn and fly home, her gaze catches on a lone stallion wandering into the field.
Curiosity drives her down, her own inquisitive nature as well as her ever present desire to expand the Dale calling her from the sky. She lands a short distance from the roan stallion, a smile forming easily on her dark lips. The fact that it is breeding season is the furthest thing from her mind. Oh, she is perfectly aware of the dangers facing a lone mare wandering these parts during this time. But then, protecting herself from the overly amorous has not been an issue for her for a very long time. It shows in her confidence, in her utter lack of fear in being here alone. Not so much in her build, for she is relatively small, seemingly delicate, but in the air that surrounds her. It seems to say, quietly and without flair, ‘there is power here.’
As she approaches, she notes that another lingerer seems to have found the newcomer as well. She halts a comfortable distance from the duo, her smile warm and welcoming. Her russet eyes shine brightly, curiosity in their depths. She dips her head towards the mare, who had just introduced herself as Fiasko, in greeting. When she speaks, her voice is light and friendly, a pleasure to listen to.
“Hello! I am Elysteria, of the Dale. Can I ask your name?”
Curiosity drives her down, her own inquisitive nature as well as her ever present desire to expand the Dale calling her from the sky. She lands a short distance from the roan stallion, a smile forming easily on her dark lips. The fact that it is breeding season is the furthest thing from her mind. Oh, she is perfectly aware of the dangers facing a lone mare wandering these parts during this time. But then, protecting herself from the overly amorous has not been an issue for her for a very long time. It shows in her confidence, in her utter lack of fear in being here alone. Not so much in her build, for she is relatively small, seemingly delicate, but in the air that surrounds her. It seems to say, quietly and without flair, ‘there is power here.’
As she approaches, she notes that another lingerer seems to have found the newcomer as well. She halts a comfortable distance from the duo, her smile warm and welcoming. Her russet eyes shine brightly, curiosity in their depths. She dips her head towards the mare, who had just introduced herself as Fiasko, in greeting. When she speaks, her voice is light and friendly, a pleasure to listen to.
“Hello! I am Elysteria, of the Dale. Can I ask your name?”
elysteria