There is a glinting reminder of starlight that shines through and within the threads of ice that make up her curly, thick, and lengthy mane and tail: swaying like soft hair in the breeze and unmelting even against her neck. Those pale blue eyes glint and shimmer, they sparkle with reflections of stars or water and the brilliance of them emits a strange facet of light that almost softens her weary and sobered expression. Compact and muscular, she seems built like an equine; but one with a mixture of Spanish and Arabesque features- hot and warmblood twisted together and catering to a fluidity and gait that made the strange girl seem graceful in ways formerly impossible.
Painted black as a base on her coat there were signs of blues in shades of navy to cornflower highlighted by grey and silver and spatters of white: a roaning pattern that made her look as if she had wrapped the stars above around her like a cloak and draped the milky way across her back. No matter, the pale white ‘hair’ floated and she danced here to and thereafter- free moving and roaming with mind only to the grass on her knees and the feeling of the wind passing across her neck and face, and along her sides. Nomadic and flighty the girl moved carelessly across the forest floor and stopped several times at the sounds of passing paws and hooves.
Steadily she found herself drawn and paused, peering out and through the ferns with mind to the shadows and moving sun: the color washing through the trees. Vulgaris, as he was, seemed familiar but the Voidal echoes in her mind could not place the strange man nor his face.
Once upon a time, a stolen King brought his children to a new land…
The chasm would have echoed; but there is a disconnection between herself and the shadows and Briella cannot help but turn a leg over another and walk with poised gaits and steps. She turns and finds herself diverting to his path if only to study the dapples and grays, the patches of darker fur and all the strange deja-vu sensation she couldn’t help but feel. With the water bubbling away and babbling over rocks, she flicks an ear and stares at him with an airy kind of quiet: her head tilting as she found the soft voice cracking through her throat.
“Have you lost someone in the forest?” she speaks, her younger form cast in the shadow of wildrose and ferns… of great trees and briars ever stretching across the primordial world. “That is… dangerous, the depths lead to endless wild and all manner of monster. Would you like help finding this Adna?”
She knows the name, the girl- Adna, and she recalls the memory of Bane and of Vulgaris and of Dovev… of the theft and the journey. For a moment she sighs, Briella’s attention focused and her gaze levelled as she thinks to speak again, still soft and childlike in some way. “Please, call me Briella.”
@[vulgaris]