Ygritte
08-18-2016, 08:29 PM
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
The dark stallion, a shadow of a distant past, an inky glimpse of a prospective future. Ygritte allows him to near her, she does not play the role of her usual stature. Her head is not lifted achingly high but instead sits comfortably at an incline with the sienna of her neck curled and allowing the salmon mane to fall like a dark peach curtain.
For the first time, Ygritte sees the peculiar marking in gold on his side but she does not inquire as to it's purpose or how it came about for she feels the touch on her shoulder, the wrapping of warm breath against her skin.
This startles her.
The reflexes beneath her pelt made her jump, surprised. Did this man know her? Did he have her mistaken for another? No creature other than the king would ever dare to...but then she remembers. She is not a queen, no, not in his eyes. A small knowing (but bashful) smile plays upon her lips as the length of her lashes falls over her eyes.
Lobes flicker as she smiles from the corner of her eye and lips when he offers his name and she laughs softly. "I suppose you are right, Adriell." She pronouncates her words slowly, meothodically when her own gaze shifts to the horizon and they drift dreamily from her lips.
With a sigh to follow, her attention returns to her new companion. "Where are you from, Adriell and what brings you to the meadow on this lvoely day?" Ygritte admits (quietly) to herself that she is enjoying his company, though her thoughts drift to the spotted king and his whereabouts,
(was he thinking of her? did he miss her?)
but for now the bay woman welcomes the ebony male's company by the show of the warm smile that he had drawn across her coral stained lips.
For the first time, Ygritte sees the peculiar marking in gold on his side but she does not inquire as to it's purpose or how it came about for she feels the touch on her shoulder, the wrapping of warm breath against her skin.
This startles her.
The reflexes beneath her pelt made her jump, surprised. Did this man know her? Did he have her mistaken for another? No creature other than the king would ever dare to...but then she remembers. She is not a queen, no, not in his eyes. A small knowing (but bashful) smile plays upon her lips as the length of her lashes falls over her eyes.
Lobes flicker as she smiles from the corner of her eye and lips when he offers his name and she laughs softly. "I suppose you are right, Adriell." She pronouncates her words slowly, meothodically when her own gaze shifts to the horizon and they drift dreamily from her lips.
With a sigh to follow, her attention returns to her new companion. "Where are you from, Adriell and what brings you to the meadow on this lvoely day?" Ygritte admits (quietly) to herself that she is enjoying his company, though her thoughts drift to the spotted king and his whereabouts,
(was he thinking of her? did he miss her?)
but for now the bay woman welcomes the ebony male's company by the show of the warm smile that he had drawn across her coral stained lips.
Ygritte.