05-15-2018, 05:11 PM
Nymf
Grazing contentedly, Nymf felt herself leaning into the melodic sounds of her solitude. With the mountains lingering peacefully in the distance. The birds who nested their sand their songs down towards them, reaching the copper tinted mare’s ears. Their harmonies reminded her that soon spring would fall upon the land and, with a collective sigh, they would fall into it’s ready embrace. A disturbance in the tree line beside her draws her attention away from her precious blades of grass her eyes watch as a painted figure emerges. Blue streaks stain the hairs of his mane sporadically throughout and her ears prick forward as blue gaze catches his own. Tangled in his mane a mess of wildflowers dance with every step that he takes, an amusing sight to behold. A smile creeps upon her lips, an expression that felt unfamiliar upon her face as he strode ever closer to where she stood.
His gait was unassuming as he approached, his eyes sparkled with a friendliness that she had come to expect among those who dwelt within the great land of Beqanna. Calling out to her, his request to join her was almost startling and she found herself searching her posture questioningly. She could hardly understand why he would want to graze beside her. There wasn’t much to be found that was particularly interesting. Still she smiled sweetly and nodded.
Still slightly awkward when it came to social interactions she watched him eerily wondering how he had found her so tucked away beside the riverbed. “My name is Nymf,” she cooed sweetly, her voice barely loud enough to rise above the sound of the river as it rushed past the place where they stood. Once again, her eyes caught sight of the flowers, an adornment the stallion appeared quite fond of.
His gait was unassuming as he approached, his eyes sparkled with a friendliness that she had come to expect among those who dwelt within the great land of Beqanna. Calling out to her, his request to join her was almost startling and she found herself searching her posture questioningly. She could hardly understand why he would want to graze beside her. There wasn’t much to be found that was particularly interesting. Still she smiled sweetly and nodded.
Still slightly awkward when it came to social interactions she watched him eerily wondering how he had found her so tucked away beside the riverbed. “My name is Nymf,” she cooed sweetly, her voice barely loud enough to rise above the sound of the river as it rushed past the place where they stood. Once again, her eyes caught sight of the flowers, an adornment the stallion appeared quite fond of.
can we rewrite the stars?
@[Svedka]