The vastness, unique to the Field in its own right, was overwhelming. Sure the obvious sight of endless rolling plains was impressive, but what was even moreso impressive (at least in her opinion) was the expansive range of differing types of horses scattered atop the land. There were small groupings of energetic yearlings ready to take on the world, larger gatherings of mare with their freshest batch of foals, and the lonesome outliers dotted here and there. She’d been one of the latter not so long ago, and could still relate to a simple desire for a life more akin to solitude. It would have been an easier life, she thinks. But would it have been as purposeful or rewarding? No. Definitely not.
Nerine had been lulled into a bit of a slumber, and a burning urge had lit like dry kindling to scope out potential prospects fit to fill the ranks of her home. A breath of fresh air needed to find its way to the coastal kingdom, so of course the first logical thought was to start within the Field and work up from there.
As minutes passed with every rhythmic footfall, her heart began to grow heavier with bitter disappointment. None stood out to her, none seemed worthy of the Leviathans, none showed any semblance of a tiny spark of fire that was ready to catch light.
The leopard mare was about to change directions when a distinct shine caught in the light. She’d nearly suffocated the familiar yet foreign twinge in her gut, when curiosity stopped her cold. With an exasperated sigh, her dark gaze trained back towards to where she had last seen the gleam. A part of her had hoped she would be mistaken, and a part of her had rejoiced when her suspicions had been confirmed; she knew who those metallic strands belonged to.
Heavily her lids fall to close, and the rumblings of a fierce battle of better judgement quickly ensue. But sheer stubbornness divides the line effortlessly, rising to lead the force behind the mare’s ultimate decision. She would seize the opportunity to test whatever mental and emotional boundaries had been reformulated. It had been a long time coming now, and she would not flee. And dammit, if nothing else he had a good eye for a potential recruit.
Determination fuels her movement towards the twosome that quickly becomes a threesome. Her approach was from behind and to the side of Leilan, hoping to keep her presence masked until she was closer. Finding the moment to be the perfect chance to dabble in her newfound skill, she finds a small pebble nearby. With a delicate effort by her cognition, the stone rises from the ground stopping at Breckin’s eye level. The stone moves silently in an arch behind Leilan, as a similar arch is mirrored in the curve of her growing smile. For a moment she holds the stone there, before tossing it towards what she hopes to be the opposite shoulder from where she had been approaching. The goal was to draw his attention away briefly so she could close in from the other side. But she does not wait to see if the stone had made contact with his roan flesh, nor does she wait to see if her ruse had worked before she moves into the cozy circle.
“I beg your forgiveness, gent, but I would have to disagree with you,” she says cheekily as her brown eyes sweep from the dappled stallion to the sooty mare. “If it’s a kingdom you seek to call home, I could help you with that. As far as a nice view goes,” slowly her gaze drifts back to the grey fellow before falling upon Leilan, holding his line of vision boldly, before adding, “I’ll leave that to these two handsome fellows.” The wind shifts and so does Breckin’s attention back to the other mare, offering a sincere smile. “My name is Breckin, I hail from the kingdom of Nerine.”
@[Roseen] @[Leilan] @[Arthas]
Nerine had been lulled into a bit of a slumber, and a burning urge had lit like dry kindling to scope out potential prospects fit to fill the ranks of her home. A breath of fresh air needed to find its way to the coastal kingdom, so of course the first logical thought was to start within the Field and work up from there.
As minutes passed with every rhythmic footfall, her heart began to grow heavier with bitter disappointment. None stood out to her, none seemed worthy of the Leviathans, none showed any semblance of a tiny spark of fire that was ready to catch light.
The leopard mare was about to change directions when a distinct shine caught in the light. She’d nearly suffocated the familiar yet foreign twinge in her gut, when curiosity stopped her cold. With an exasperated sigh, her dark gaze trained back towards to where she had last seen the gleam. A part of her had hoped she would be mistaken, and a part of her had rejoiced when her suspicions had been confirmed; she knew who those metallic strands belonged to.
Heavily her lids fall to close, and the rumblings of a fierce battle of better judgement quickly ensue. But sheer stubbornness divides the line effortlessly, rising to lead the force behind the mare’s ultimate decision. She would seize the opportunity to test whatever mental and emotional boundaries had been reformulated. It had been a long time coming now, and she would not flee. And dammit, if nothing else he had a good eye for a potential recruit.
Determination fuels her movement towards the twosome that quickly becomes a threesome. Her approach was from behind and to the side of Leilan, hoping to keep her presence masked until she was closer. Finding the moment to be the perfect chance to dabble in her newfound skill, she finds a small pebble nearby. With a delicate effort by her cognition, the stone rises from the ground stopping at Breckin’s eye level. The stone moves silently in an arch behind Leilan, as a similar arch is mirrored in the curve of her growing smile. For a moment she holds the stone there, before tossing it towards what she hopes to be the opposite shoulder from where she had been approaching. The goal was to draw his attention away briefly so she could close in from the other side. But she does not wait to see if the stone had made contact with his roan flesh, nor does she wait to see if her ruse had worked before she moves into the cozy circle.
“I beg your forgiveness, gent, but I would have to disagree with you,” she says cheekily as her brown eyes sweep from the dappled stallion to the sooty mare. “If it’s a kingdom you seek to call home, I could help you with that. As far as a nice view goes,” slowly her gaze drifts back to the grey fellow before falling upon Leilan, holding his line of vision boldly, before adding, “I’ll leave that to these two handsome fellows.” The wind shifts and so does Breckin’s attention back to the other mare, offering a sincere smile. “My name is Breckin, I hail from the kingdom of Nerine.”
@[Roseen] @[Leilan] @[Arthas]