The field. A place Brine had begrudgingly called home for years. A place where winters seemed darker and the summer felt short and dry. Every time she felt herself near the field border, her skin would tense. Like now.
Right. Now.
Weaving in between pine trees that had been growing for what seemed like decades was easy for our blue roan raven, someone could take her sight and she would still be able to navigate across the uneven ground and rolling hills. It took minutes to arrive in the heart of the field, green grass and wild flowers in full bloom underneath the sun that would set in only a few more hours.
Lord knows Brine will never be caught in the field at dark again.
She smells the men first, masculinity wafting into her nostrils like the sweetest of colognes. Females had never been her strong suit, being feminine did not (apparently) come naturally. Her eyes trace to the far tree line, seeing where the grass grew tall and apparently so did two stallions. Both in flashy tones, red and gold flecks igniting underneath the light of the sun.
She feels more uncomfortable in her blue-tinted feathered than any previous meet. Thank heavens she had already molted.
By the time she arrives, words had clearly already been exchanged. It is so like her, being late. It’s almost a miracle she approaches at all, knowing how awkward she can be in the company of strangers. However, it’s time she begins to venture beyond the shadows of her own insecurities.
Well, that is what she tells herself.
“Original question,” she retorts in a soft tone despite the sarcastic insinuation. Of course, she meant no offense to the recruiting stud, but it didn’t matter the intention or not. He will take her for as she is, and our little bird is only now trying to come to accept it. She silences, allowing the red dun to respond.
“I am Brine,” she nods to both, unsure of Magnus’ title and position in Beqanna. She hadn’t seen him before, but again that is not saying much. Our little bird had only recently found the health and energy to leave Hyaline after years of starvation and dehydration. Death had knocked on her door too many times before Kagerus swept her into the safety of her kingdom.
And now, being who Brine is, she felt out of place and without purpose.
Perhaps this stranger felt a similar way.
Brine
find yourself, then come find me
Bear with me guys, I am still getting into the swing of this one
