01-26-2019, 01:58 PM
She had visited Tephra, and since she was so near her curiosity leads her to Ischia. The damn blue and gold stag enters her mind every now and then. He was so damn cocky, but also nonchalant.
He was the opposite of Sinner, always willing to talk, perhaps more than he should. Though she did not mind her partners personality, they meshed well together seeming there romantic relationship did not exist.
The dapple mares ruby hooves reach the sandy shore, her pelt much less cold this late spring, versus her last visit. She peers around, this time she steps further into the kingdom. She feels as though Ivar and her have met before, I mean he offered her a home with Ischia.
Though, that is not why she is her, the wooded kingdom will always be hers. Instead she just seeks out a conversation, to further indulge herself with the intriguing stallion, the one who peeks into her head every now and then, uninvited.
@[Ivar]
He was the opposite of Sinner, always willing to talk, perhaps more than he should. Though she did not mind her partners personality, they meshed well together seeming there romantic relationship did not exist.
The dapple mares ruby hooves reach the sandy shore, her pelt much less cold this late spring, versus her last visit. She peers around, this time she steps further into the kingdom. She feels as though Ivar and her have met before, I mean he offered her a home with Ischia.
Though, that is not why she is her, the wooded kingdom will always be hers. Instead she just seeks out a conversation, to further indulge herself with the intriguing stallion, the one who peeks into her head every now and then, uninvited.
@[Ivar]
