Long May She Reign
She had been a busy Mary, not only the advisor for the Resort, but a similar position for Loess. She had balanced her time with both kingdoms, admittedly spending more time in Loess.
She still can't believe how the tables have turned, the pale mare once a ruler now obeying her very enemy. She still isn't sure what Castile has in store for her, but she reluctantly obeys him.
She finds herself drawn to the forest, the evergreens capped in snow on the winter day. Her pale coat blended in well with the white snow, only her dark mane giving away her positioning.
She wasn't sure exactly what she was out doing, getting fresh air, maybe even finding a recruit. Her hazel eyes scan the area, the winter was usual a rather quiet time for the nomad lands. The fall brought all the lovebirds together, and the winter is when they figure out if they were truly a match or if it was lust.
The dappled mare found herself pregnant, her belly was well rounded at this point. She snorts out of annoyance for the desolate forest, and decides to visit the stream for a drink before heading back.
The air was sharp by the water, but the resort has built her tolerance to the winter air. Her gaze follows the water until it catches another. She was always good at remaining hidden until she wanted to be seen. Today was no different, her hooves crunch the snow loudly as she approaches the young equine.
He was a black stag, his pelt offered no cove from the white snow that covers the earth. He hears her, and his green eyes scan looking for her. A grin tugs at her lips, she removes herself from the foliage allowing herself to be completely seen. Leaving so soon? She asks the stag who was nearly on his way home.
MARY
@[kildare]
