Falls
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on January 15, 2015 at 00:36:19 AM by Arkadia
ARKADIA
sometimes things don't come full circle
This mare is a flighty creature. She practically dances in the clump of trees and when her dainty ankles snapped a twig, Arkadia thought she was about to witness the soul part from the body in sheer terror. But the panic seemed to quickly pass, the mare’s eyes returning to Arkadia. The Moroccan tries to make herself even less threatening, her posture is as relaxed as she can make it. Her liquid eyes search to give reassurance to the fellow traveler.
All equines are children of the Mother after all, which means they are all welcome.
The tobiano has a strange accent. Arkadia’s head turns to the side as the other mare speaks. Ah’ll ask yer forgiveness if ah seem jumpy, the noughts been none too kind to me before. It takes the priestess a moment to decipher the words from the lilt but then she nods sagely. “Many fear the night, but the night can also be a great gift.” She smiles, here eyes lifting towards the Father Sky above. “The ancestors can see us at night you know.” With a wistful sigh, she turns her face back to the darker mare. “There’s nothing to be afraid of here, and nothing to apologize for, wariness can be smart.” It’s only when wariness turns to fear that it can be crippling. She thinks to herself. The white mare walks a bit closer, bumping noses with the Arito before sidling up alongside her.
The wind is less intense in the trees, but the steely poke of winter can still be felt. “Nice to meet you, I am Arkadia.” She settles into another stand, close enough to feel the heat from the other mare, but not blocking her in or touching her hide. She flicks her ears back, listening for Arito’s voice. Her tail flicks every once in a while. She begins to drift back to sleep, heaviness falling on her eyelids. “Feel free to stay the night with me if you wish.” She bumps her barrel against the other mare to make sure she hears. “Where are you from?” Arkadia is anxious to understand these isles, and their inhabitants. She has not yet seen much more than the Falls. Any traveler who might know a thing or two about this place is sure to get their brain picked when they stumble upon this flower child.
All equines are children of the Mother after all, which means they are all welcome.
The tobiano has a strange accent. Arkadia’s head turns to the side as the other mare speaks. Ah’ll ask yer forgiveness if ah seem jumpy, the noughts been none too kind to me before. It takes the priestess a moment to decipher the words from the lilt but then she nods sagely. “Many fear the night, but the night can also be a great gift.” She smiles, here eyes lifting towards the Father Sky above. “The ancestors can see us at night you know.” With a wistful sigh, she turns her face back to the darker mare. “There’s nothing to be afraid of here, and nothing to apologize for, wariness can be smart.” It’s only when wariness turns to fear that it can be crippling. She thinks to herself. The white mare walks a bit closer, bumping noses with the Arito before sidling up alongside her.
The wind is less intense in the trees, but the steely poke of winter can still be felt. “Nice to meet you, I am Arkadia.” She settles into another stand, close enough to feel the heat from the other mare, but not blocking her in or touching her hide. She flicks her ears back, listening for Arito’s voice. Her tail flicks every once in a while. She begins to drift back to sleep, heaviness falling on her eyelids. “Feel free to stay the night with me if you wish.” She bumps her barrel against the other mare to make sure she hears. “Where are you from?” Arkadia is anxious to understand these isles, and their inhabitants. She has not yet seen much more than the Falls. Any traveler who might know a thing or two about this place is sure to get their brain picked when they stumble upon this flower child.
Black Tobiano (Moroccan tobiano) [??] -- mare -- Mustang -- 15hh -- by fable
Image by Epicantus // Html + Character (c) fable 2014 and onwards
Image by Epicantus // Html + Character (c) fable 2014 and onwards
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