Her slender ears swiveled on top of her dainty head at the sound of footfalls, tilting her head to watch the stallion approaching. She felt her somewhat tense muscles begin to relax at the sight of someone familiar, her light brown eyes still somewhat timid as they watch him from behind the thick veil of black forelock. The scents of other horses mingled in the air, so she knew that there were others, but she had not seen them yet. The thought of meeting the other mares made her somewhat nervous – she knew that some mares grew incredibly jealous when it came to competing for attention from the lead stallion, and she hoped that it wasn’t the case with these mares (not that it would matter – Eirwyn would rather be cast aside than be forced into a conflict). Besides, Eirwyn wasn’t one to ask for attention; she’d never gotten much in the form of actual affection, so she wasn’t even sure if it was something worth fighting over anyway.
A small smile makes it way across her lips, shyly moving her muzzle forward to hesitantly touch his own before pulling away, diverting her gaze towards the ocean-blue horizon. But his words draw her back, her gaze meeting his fleetingly as she says in her whisper-soft voice, ”It’s beautiful. I can already tell that I like it.” The warmth of the air wrapped around her like a soft blanket, the sweet scent of tropical flowers ocean-salt carried on the faint breeze that twined itself with her mane and tail. She smiles and nods at the mentioning of the other mares. ”I can’t wait to meet them.” Or at least, she thought she couldn’t wait – if they ended up hating her she’d probably change her mind. Her black tail swishes idly across her light bay haunches, her head tipping to the side a bit in a thoughtful manner at his question. It was then she noticed one of the said mares approaching, and it didn’t take much looking to see that she was heavy with child. Eirwyn offered her a shy smile, diverting her gaze momentarily towards the ground. ”It’s nice to meet you, Shawn. I’m Eirwyn.”
Her attention returns once more at the question at hand, feeling slightly timid having to talk about herself; Eirwyn wasn’t much of a talker, and she doubted that anyone cared to hear what she had to say anyway. ”I was born here, in Beqanna. I’m afraid I don’t have much history, though. I was raised with my father and my half-sister; I didn’t see my mother much.” Here, a slight frown creases her features – not one of worry, but more thoughtful if anything. ”She didn’t abandon me, but I remember that she got scared real easily, so my father just kind of took over raising me. Other than that, I’ve just kind of wandered the meadow.” She doesn’t know that the reason for Vail’s incredibly skittish nature was because she had been raped; she didn’t know that her father had went after Vail with the same intentions, but after seeing how incredibly frightened she was he’d changed his mind.
She returns her attention back to the stallion, that same shy smile slowly making its way across her lips as she asks softly, ”What about you?”
E I R W Y N
of ( dacian ) and ( vail )
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