Ygritte
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
Sylva had been left with the unacceptable number of three. Ygritte. Marlyn. Blazing Sunfall. It feels as though a stone is slowly sinking within the depths of her heart. Drowning with despair. But no...Ygritte will not allow her home to simply waste away. She will not allow the gift that the fairies had bestowed upon them to simply vanish in the overgrowth of vines and thorns.
Salmon stockings are moving her to the field in the age old path that she knew without seeing. Each small root and rock is like a familiar braille book. One hoof in front of another. If felt good to feel the summer air sweetly against her skin as the wildflowers tangle in the length of her mane. Despite all of this change, Ygritte feels herself slipping into her queenship like a finely made silk dress.
Amber pools flutter over the field as she remains somber, choosing. Not all would fit well in the Sylva she wants to build but when she finds a lone woman, a smile creases her stoic features into the familiar smile that typically graced her lips. Ygritte is moving...nearing the other with curious but calm eyes. "Hello there, welcome to the field. I'm Ygritte and I can bet you're not here just for the grass and sunshine." Her tones are light and teasing as she falls into an easy smile. The other is built well. She holds herself as a whole with smooth edges but scrutinizing eyes. Ygritte is well acquainted with a mare such as she and it is a welcome to see another with strength.
Salmon stockings are moving her to the field in the age old path that she knew without seeing. Each small root and rock is like a familiar braille book. One hoof in front of another. If felt good to feel the summer air sweetly against her skin as the wildflowers tangle in the length of her mane. Despite all of this change, Ygritte feels herself slipping into her queenship like a finely made silk dress.
Amber pools flutter over the field as she remains somber, choosing. Not all would fit well in the Sylva she wants to build but when she finds a lone woman, a smile creases her stoic features into the familiar smile that typically graced her lips. Ygritte is moving...nearing the other with curious but calm eyes. "Hello there, welcome to the field. I'm Ygritte and I can bet you're not here just for the grass and sunshine." Her tones are light and teasing as she falls into an easy smile. The other is built well. She holds herself as a whole with smooth edges but scrutinizing eyes. Ygritte is well acquainted with a mare such as she and it is a welcome to see another with strength.
Ygritte.