Meadow

Nyimara has played her fair share of girlish games in the past. Many a times she left the young colts bickering amongst themselves as she and the other fillies gazed on with laughter upon their tongues. She had heard the words before. One day. One day. One day. As though she was supposed to take it as a threat. She had always shaken her head with venomous laughter and glared down upon them with defiance.

When Bjorn spoke these words however, she could not deny the sudden quicken of her heartbeat or the burning heat that coursed through her veins. You will soon belong to me. Though the words were not unfamiliar to her ears, the emotions that toiled beneath her skin were. A shiver of pleasure raced down her gently sloping spine. A single dial flickers atop her skullcap, depthless auburn pools glitter beneath the thick veil of forelock. A coy smile tugs the corners of her lips upwards but she fights to keep such excitement from her face. He didn't need it going to his head.

As he remarks about the shadows, this time the tinkering laughter does once more slip past her lips as she reaches out to tug lightly at a straying strand of his dark chocolate colored mane. "I do not fear the shadows... when one is raised in darkness it is easy to learn to live without the light." she breathes, her warm breath against his skin. For a moment longer she lingers there, savoring the taste of his skin upon her tongue and the thick scent of his skin that so reminded her of pine and cypress and cedar.

She draws back as he speaks again, for a moment, a flash of defiance flickers through her eyes. Small dished muzzle lifts as she pulls away from him, snorting her displeasure. Sure his words ring truth, and it was not the first time she had been chided by father. Hell, this conversation was beginning to sound just like their last talk. While Rougaru was a bit more blunt, the overall topics were covered in about the same manner.

For a moment she stares at him, stubborn gaze meeting his silver blue pools. Behind those dark depths, she sees that same determination that reflects in her own. Long silver white tail is given an idle flick as she let an almost begrudging sigh escape her lungs. "I suppose even if I told you to go away you would follow me anyway." she says, a smirk tugging ashen labrums upwards as a single brow arches almost playfully. "Lets get this over with... but doesn't say I didn't warn you. Father is... well... you will see." she remarks flatly. No there were not exactly any words that she felt fit her coffee colored sire. He pretty much wrote his own book and followed it as such. What she is curious about is how he will take her return with a stallion trailing. She had heard rumor that his other daughter Solaris had come to Paradise to join him, occasionally she had seen the mare, a foal in tow. At least she could tell dad she didn't come home pregnant.. at least not yet. She shoots another side long glance at Bjorn... she wanted to. No doubt it was the rise of hormones ringing through her body but still, there was a thrill that caught her mind up in the what ifs and images of carnal pleasure... not yet.