Maribel
The day is in it's birth as the sun is cresting over the hill top. Maribel walks amongst the sleeping forest, encased in it's blanket of white like an eternal phenomenon. She is quietly observing the slumber of the forest with a depth of serenity washing over her. So much change has happened but in turn, Beqanna was blossoming like a seedling through the left wreckage of a forest fire.
Gold tinged limbs are pulling her along after her moment of serenity as she desires to explore the lands more. Was this still the same forest? If so, why did things feel so differently? Perhaps like a new pair of shoes, it just needed to be broken in by thousands of hooves. The chill of winter air presses against her throat, her sides, like a gentle lover. It reminds her so much of the Tundra that she must heave a large breath to clear the emotions of times passed.
Maribel watches the thick flakes of falling snow start to penetrate the naked branches with an upturned face. They spatter her face and stick in her mane. A small laugh can only follow as she crow hops to launch herself into a canter to be amongst the flora. Peals of laughter follow in the wake of white snow that she kicks up as she enjoys this freedom that has been granted to her.
And when she laughs you'll always take notice.
'Cause her heart's charm will shine right through it all.
'Cause her heart's charm will shine right through it all.