Long May She Reign
The winter is a generally barren time for the nomad lands. The fall brings many pregnant mares who all find cover in the winter, protecting there unborn young. But Mary saw it as an opportunity when no one else dared to leave there home.
She hadn't expected to run into anyone, though this stag seemed full of life. Her mind brings her back to Velk, the young stag she had attracted and found herself in continious trouble with. She reminds herself to be more cautious with this one, but still dances with danger.
She asks if he was the one who was lost, and he smartly responds that the whole world is open to him. She grins at his response, she had a similar view though her political upbringing has taught her to respect territory boundaries. True, but have you seen Loess? She asks as she moves to position herself before him once again.
She tactfully decides to offer Loess over the Pampas. A judge of character, and Loess certainly was more fitting.
She notes that her touch from earlier had left his mind jumbled. He was young, and her forward touch was possibly one of his firsts. It didn't surprise her when he grows daring, asking to move to the cover of the trees.
With a smirk she glances at his captivating emerald eyes once more before moving closer to the foliage. She allows her tail to flick him as she passes by, Shouldn't I know your name first? She inquires yelling out without glancing back.
MARY
@[kildare]
