Ygritte
12-30-2018, 05:04 PM
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
A pretty young mare marked by blue and white with a lovely mess of gold hair reminds Ygritte of Beqanna summers when the foals are growing into leggy little tumbles of furry and giggles. This mare before her, in between child and crone, greets with a simple acknowledgement. She offers the name of her home (their home) and Ygritte knows it is because she is a face long forgotten amongst the stars. A warm smile touches her pink-orange lips pleasantly, unarmed and inviting to the sky mare.
Ygritte remembers when she had been an eager youth to carve out a notch in the vast cascade of Beqanna's horses. She had gone to the Falls to seek refuse with only her mother's name to shield her and guide her through the dangers untold. She had found the old man Texas there, grumpy and cantankerous, living int he lust lands with a few equines to make up for the numbers. Ygritte had served and fought. She had been rewarded as queen alongside the king, Kreios, till the falls fell and the birth of Sylva rose...
But it was long ago.
The single amber eye softens like liquid honey when a raindrop mare nears then. The pale brown eye moves over the other, her belly swollen slightly, it moves against her in a manner that Ygritte was quite familiar with. Ygritte tilts her head so her eye may gather them both comfortably, the loss of her right eye sometimes still shamed her despite the beautiful bouquet of begonias that grew in it's place.
"Ygritte." The copper and pink mare offers with the same warm smile, a nod given respectfully for the residents, knowing in their eyes she could be viewed as a trespasser. "I've come to see Sylva...possibly stay if you should allow me." Her tongue clips the words cleanly with grace. The essence of her demeanor offer something much more than the typical passing stranger or vagabond. The flower crowned mare listens with both ears forward, endlessly patient for their reply, head held high and with an inquisitive tilt, the honey eye trained upon their faces equally.
Ygritte remembers when she had been an eager youth to carve out a notch in the vast cascade of Beqanna's horses. She had gone to the Falls to seek refuse with only her mother's name to shield her and guide her through the dangers untold. She had found the old man Texas there, grumpy and cantankerous, living int he lust lands with a few equines to make up for the numbers. Ygritte had served and fought. She had been rewarded as queen alongside the king, Kreios, till the falls fell and the birth of Sylva rose...
But it was long ago.
The single amber eye softens like liquid honey when a raindrop mare nears then. The pale brown eye moves over the other, her belly swollen slightly, it moves against her in a manner that Ygritte was quite familiar with. Ygritte tilts her head so her eye may gather them both comfortably, the loss of her right eye sometimes still shamed her despite the beautiful bouquet of begonias that grew in it's place.
"Ygritte." The copper and pink mare offers with the same warm smile, a nod given respectfully for the residents, knowing in their eyes she could be viewed as a trespasser. "I've come to see Sylva...possibly stay if you should allow me." Her tongue clips the words cleanly with grace. The essence of her demeanor offer something much more than the typical passing stranger or vagabond. The flower crowned mare listens with both ears forward, endlessly patient for their reply, head held high and with an inquisitive tilt, the honey eye trained upon their faces equally.
Ygritte.