Posted on July 30, 2012 at 04:16:36 PM by t a l l y n n e
||mare||5 winters||gypsy vanner||palomino tobiano||homeless||children||lineage||by blushie||
The gypsy stares in wonder at the strange thing that were these so called palm trees. The slight breeze still plays with her hair - whipping the lengthy strands around. She has never seen trees like this - being used to scrublands. Yet, this was entirely different. It was beautiful and lively.
She pranced forward to the pool. She stared at the peaceful waters. It wasn’t as large as the lake on the Common - but it was just as sweet when she tasted it. She let out a slight nicker and pranced around the outside. She looked young and innocent. But she rather doubted this was the only interesting spot in the entire land. Places like this didn’t just have one.
She looks back at O Melhor.
“This is quite a little paradise,” She says, unaware that’s what the place is called. She smiles at the stallion - wondering if she has the right to ask to stay. He made her feel welcome, but would he be open to taking her in. “Seems a little empty though…”
It was a gentle way to bring up the subject. And a casual way of asking how many others he had. Like most mares, she understood well that there was always a competition for the attentions of the stallion. After all, there was an unspoken agreement between the two sexes: the men would protect their girls and keep a land, the women would give them a shoulder to rest on and provide for the children. And Tallynne was a traditional mare.
Though, she’d much rather enjoy the time spent with her stallion - and she was enjoying this one.
She pranced forward to the pool. She stared at the peaceful waters. It wasn’t as large as the lake on the Common - but it was just as sweet when she tasted it. She let out a slight nicker and pranced around the outside. She looked young and innocent. But she rather doubted this was the only interesting spot in the entire land. Places like this didn’t just have one.
She looks back at O Melhor.
“This is quite a little paradise,” She says, unaware that’s what the place is called. She smiles at the stallion - wondering if she has the right to ask to stay. He made her feel welcome, but would he be open to taking her in. “Seems a little empty though…”
It was a gentle way to bring up the subject. And a casual way of asking how many others he had. Like most mares, she understood well that there was always a competition for the attentions of the stallion. After all, there was an unspoken agreement between the two sexes: the men would protect their girls and keep a land, the women would give them a shoulder to rest on and provide for the children. And Tallynne was a traditional mare.
Though, she’d much rather enjoy the time spent with her stallion - and she was enjoying this one.
||html and character by blushie||
Replies:
- all that glitters is gold. - By o melhor July 30, 2012 at 06:44:22 PM
- aren't talons c r u e l things? - By t a l l y n n e July 31, 2012 at 04:39:55 PM
- all that glitters is gold. - By o melhor July 31, 2012 at 05:03:50 PM
- aren't talons c r u e l things? - By t a l l y n n e July 31, 2012 at 05:21:49 PM
- all that glitters is gold. - By o melhor July 31, 2012 at 06:48:40 PM
- [x] - By bix August 18, 2012 at 10:10:08 PM
- all that glitters is gold. - By o melhor July 31, 2012 at 06:48:40 PM
- aren't talons c r u e l things? - By t a l l y n n e July 31, 2012 at 05:21:49 PM
- all that glitters is gold. - By o melhor July 31, 2012 at 05:03:50 PM
- aren't talons c r u e l things? - By t a l l y n n e July 31, 2012 at 04:39:55 PM
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