OOC: Open, but if you already have one of my ladies, please give it a day or so so others have a chance :3
She had made her decision, but it hadn't been easy. The eager young girl that had made her home on the crossing for so long had slowly but surely matured into a bright-eyed mare. There was still much growing to do, her figure still in that awkward akimbo stage of the not yet fully mature, but it was a far cry from the fuzzy yearling she had arrived as.
In a way, it was surprising that no one had scooped her up. She was, after all, a nubile young mare. Then again, she'd avoided most adults like the plague, and had not yet weathered a Fall in which her scent might entice males to seek her out. She had been sorely tempted by Bjorn, but their interaction with mare and child ended quickly thereafter and she had quickly resumed to her wandering ways.
Now though, as summer swelled into Fall, the girl could feel things changing. Irritability made her terse with those that were brave enough to approach her, and her anxiety about her future had transformed from a nebulous thought into something that kept her up at night.
Ivanna had heard others mention the Peak with varying levels of approval. Some, like the tall tobiano that was here so often, seemed to hate their very existence, while most others were ambivalent. What seemed to be true of all the conversations she had overheard though, was that the Peak was a haven for lone mares. Where she could rest easy knowing that her hand could not be forced in any way, and she would be free to continue living her life as a free spirit.
She had gone there, in the hopes that she might be welcomed with open arms, especially after scenting her friend Verrat. But she had lingered for hours that turned into nearly an entire forlorn day before she decided that it was a clear sign that this wasn't the right choice for her. Full of annoyance and no small amount of hurt pride, the young filly marched her way to the Commons with her head held high to hold back the tears that initially threatened to slip from her lids.
She had built the commons up for so long into something that was dangerous and terrible that it was somewhat of a relief to walk amongst the other equines as though she were no different. A few stallions eyed her, but she was quick to slip shyly away, darting across the border into the meadow before she finally found the courage to march straight across the heart of the Commons. Even if Verrat had snubbed her, maybe there was someone else out there that did want her.
Ivanna