who cares if hell awaits? Romek

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. The childlike charm of mare has never left her. Through her torn beginnings of foalhood, she use to entertain herself with made up little songs and stories. Names for imaginary friends were always what was within sight of the deep blue eyes. It seemed like so much time had passed before Offspring found her playing in the mud and humming to herself. Her heart is practically beating out of her chest when she enters the Tundra with Romek. Large eyes watch him and glitter excitedly with questions but she does the proper thing and bites her tongue until he can settle in. She is moving on finely formed limbs, moving at his pace with the occasional brush of skin. "Welcome to the Tundra, Romek.' Mari hushes her tone for the sake of containment, to not embarrass herself. He is nearly the same size as she so she bends her neck ever so slightly to keep the conversation amongst themselves for now. No doubt Offspring will want to meet the newcomer. A single lobe is trained to the dark stallion as the other moves to catch an approach of any other horse. "Our home can be a harsh one but beyond the cold exterior is a place of warmth and welcome." Tones are soft and melodic as she explains, catching a few glances to see his impression. With the onset of autumn, the land is coated in delicately formed ice that crunches with each pace, drawing them further into the embrace of the frosty land. "What do you think so far?" Mari asks the question openly to him. The Tundra was not for all horses but Mari would be lying to herself if she said she wouldn't mind if he left. She finds it rather nice to be enjoying the company of another horse. M A R I B E  L