there was little time until someone approached; and the wild-girl turned her face to greet the fellow who had come along. she was reckless with her company, and was gladdened by the arrival of someone new to entertain here. daringly, she broke the space between them. he introduced himself, and a soft sound of acknowledgment served as a prelude for the melodic celtic brogue.
"yours, if you must." a smile edged on her lips, offering a daring expression to the proud stranger. he spoke quietly, eager to fill the chill with the warmth of his charisma. the heat on her lips spread, filling her mouth with honeyed words and mischief.
"but ciardha will do."
she pressed her side into his, offering a subtle bump of her weight to jostle him playfully . she knew nothing of what that nordic tongue gave; but she was quick enough to place the meaning of the runic sounds of his introduction. a brow rose, and a smirk deepened as she added:
"queen of naught."
ciardha
three year old gray roan connemara mare