Posted on February 22, 2013 at 03:48:29 AM by dresden.
 Days were longer now. Spring had come upon them now, from the roots of winter. It was okay. Dresden couldn’t find herself complaining, though she rarely complained of much. It was more work to complain than to actually get off her ass and do something about it. If it was too sunny she’d go find some shade. If it was too damp in the shade she’d find herself some sun. It was easy for the mare to keep to herself, ignoring the calls of pretentious mares back and forth in the trees. She supposed that there was little other way to meet the women, but she couldn’t stand it when they yelled.
Impermanence is something that hangs in Dresden’s mind. Nothing stays the same way for too long, and she’d like to keep it that way. It was easier to work against something than for it. The champagne mare had thought this through what seemed like ages ago, and it made all the sense in the world to her. Why would she force herself to follow the flow of something when she could fight it on her own? Dresden fought her own self enough, and it was okay. It gave her something to do while keeping the rest of her a blank mask. Blank, a comfortable neutral, was something that she could deal with on a day to day basis. When everything else was changing she could stay the same on the outside. Who knew? Canopies were a great thing. They offered so much shade that one could take a nap in the middle of the day if they so pleased. Dresden had so pleased today, and it was starting to come into play with the greatest of ease. She’d be up late that night, judging by the sleep pattern she’d fallen into, and that wasn’t something she’d really have a problem with. Night was easier to cope with anyway. Mares had been springing up left right and sideways in this place, and the champagne disaster area didn’t want to meddle in the affairs of dragons. It wasn’t worth risking. Sleep was a fleeting drift, and the mare could only hold onto it for so long. She would grope and grasp to try and cling a little longer, but it wouldn’t stick. Dresden feels it slipping away as she catches someone happening upon one of her haunts. A sigh heaves the mare’s sides. She figures that she’ll have to make an appearance weather she likes it or not… why not? Maybe actually meeting some of them wouldn’t be as bad as she was thinking it out to be. The mare’s saunter is a traipsing gait, appropriate for a woman that just woke up. As she finishes her moves, Dresden can see two mares and a child… great. She’s come upon a tea party. Though she doesn’t move away, the mare doesn’t say anything either. The green eyed girl just watches. mare. mature. sable champagne. walking disaster. |
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