Being courted into the ranks of a herd by another woman is an eerily odd experience. The dainty pearlescent girl has never experienced the the fairer sex so readily opening up arms in a suspicious attempt at a warm welcome. The cesspool of activity that circulates within heavily populated herd homes has never been an alluring option for her. She has always proven to be the self imposed outcast lingering within arms reach of the popular crowd but never daring to throw her hat into the circle for a chance at anything substantial. This little dove is much more akin to the lurking shadows despite her coat that shines like a beckoning beacon. She prefers the stillness of a quiet night and the gracious gift of space to contemplate her thoughts. How will this little bird survive the constraints of a cage already overflowing? The assumption that she will easily assimilate to the role of a battle pawn perhaps befits the audacity of a queen. Though the champagne girl before the majestic woman holds no titles, she possesses other attributes that serve her well. What she lacks in size she makes up for in cunning and measured wisdom. Unfortunately for both parties present, Aundra will not be the warrior the queen seeks. She has always erred toward the side of pacifism, thought she has risen to violence on few rare occasions that only her memories continue to whisper about. Paper thin nostrils quiver as the scent of the other woman violates them and demands the girl's bright green eyes to cautiously assess the other as she steals one last tasty mouthful. The call from the other woman is a mere formality for the impending approach. Aundra raises her head from the grassy waves, sighing softly to herself, before drawing pause to listen to the words dropped upon fluted ears. A gentle nod of her head acknowledges the welcoming words that are a thin veil to a rather precarious invitation. "The prospect of a home is not the worst thing I could face." Her simple sentence is rather dull compared to the speech received previously, but she has never been one to mince words. "Who do you hunt companions for - is he too busy to seek his own?" These words are spoken as an afterthought, but she is truly curious. She has only known the cutthroat lifestyle associated with possessive stallions drowning in their own arrogance. |