Ygritte
09-04-2016, 09:01 AM
In the dream are their faces. Kreios, Raene, Marlyn, and Zai's. They are all together, nestled beneath a thick blanket of stars and spring mist, cooling their skin. The brown mare smiles gently at the father of her children as they lay near one another in a blissful trance. Ygritte watches her youngest and only son. The adoration in the dark of her eyes shine before she feels the heavy weight of Kreios looking to her. With a small little smirk, the mare rises and motions for the spotted stallion to follow.
Like adolescent horses in love, they steal away to a grove of thick vegetation. The passion arises when his lips are on her neck and his scent is flooding her senses and making her heady and giggly. She feels safe, protected, nurtured by him. Her hips and shoulders roll with him, his name whispered softly in the spring wind as they made love-
"Ygritte!" Her eyes snap open. There is no night sky, there is no cool breeze, there is no Kreios or children. There was no Falls. The woman notices immediately that she is down on her side in a ditch at the base of a hill. Eyes rotate to see the slide marks of her body. First is to check for broken things. Legs? 1,2,3,4. Each move and are sore but not broken. With a roll, Ygritte is up. She is tender, her left side caked in mud and dead leaves and blood from where her skin tore on the rubble of the forest. The salmon mane sticks against her neck from being soaked in ravine wetness. Adrenaline and panic fuel her, later she would be exhausted, but all she knows now is she heard her name in a place that isn't her home. "Hello?" With some stiffness, the sienna woman crests the hill. "Kreios?!" Her voice lifts with fear as she calls for him but does not see him, her panic growing like a hard lump in her throat.
Like adolescent horses in love, they steal away to a grove of thick vegetation. The passion arises when his lips are on her neck and his scent is flooding her senses and making her heady and giggly. She feels safe, protected, nurtured by him. Her hips and shoulders roll with him, his name whispered softly in the spring wind as they made love-
"Ygritte!" Her eyes snap open. There is no night sky, there is no cool breeze, there is no Kreios or children. There was no Falls. The woman notices immediately that she is down on her side in a ditch at the base of a hill. Eyes rotate to see the slide marks of her body. First is to check for broken things. Legs? 1,2,3,4. Each move and are sore but not broken. With a roll, Ygritte is up. She is tender, her left side caked in mud and dead leaves and blood from where her skin tore on the rubble of the forest. The salmon mane sticks against her neck from being soaked in ravine wetness. Adrenaline and panic fuel her, later she would be exhausted, but all she knows now is she heard her name in a place that isn't her home. "Hello?" With some stiffness, the sienna woman crests the hill. "Kreios?!" Her voice lifts with fear as she calls for him but does not see him, her panic growing like a hard lump in her throat.