12-08-2016, 03:44 PM
She is a shy girl, bashful and pure as the day is long. She can only comprehend his words with a playful smile and dashing glances. Wreath was a young mare without much interaction with anyone that wasn't her mother. Lobes are actively attuned to the golden male and the words the came from his lips. Dark eyes notice the mar of his mouth but she thinks it adds to his character. Scars often tell the stories of times passed, whether intentional or not.
Wreath, in all her red and white glory, is practically glittering in her excitement for Tephra. When he asks to see her new home, she nods eagerly with bright eyes before noticing her foolishness and reins herself back. "Oh, uh, yes please." She speaks after taking a deep inhale and exhale of air, already the acridness in the air is less noticeable. Wreath quietly scolds herself for the overexcitement and quietly waits for Magnus to lead her on.
Wreath, in all her red and white glory, is practically glittering in her excitement for Tephra. When he asks to see her new home, she nods eagerly with bright eyes before noticing her foolishness and reins herself back. "Oh, uh, yes please." She speaks after taking a deep inhale and exhale of air, already the acridness in the air is less noticeable. Wreath quietly scolds herself for the overexcitement and quietly waits for Magnus to lead her on.
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