[ mh ru gha SEER ah ]
Fell
▻ none (x no one) ◅
She is young, but she is not a fool. When she hears the movement beyond her immediate field of vision, she attends to it promptly and with an appropriate amount of caution. There was never a guarantee outside of her father’s household that she would be properly treated or honestly dealt a fair hand. This was a wilder world with less protections built around a stable home and a loving atmosphere. She liked the chill, though at some points it felt lonely. She liked the frosted dew in the morning in which she left footprints, similar but so unlike in the Dunes.
She even liked the uncertainty that came from being so foreign to the outside world, nervousness not dampening the awe and wonder she brought with her from the safe home created by ‘the known’. The gold eyed thing that comes from the shadows is, thankfully, her Husband and not some wolf or bear that knew winter was closing in. She had never needed to flee in a wooded world and felt clumsy compared to her usual grace on the sands of Salem. Her hello is met with a quiet, breathy, response - bringing a small, quickly policed, smile to her lips.
Their shared curly ears draws her a few steps closer, her eyes a-sparkle, before she remembered her place and that there was no guarantee that it was the same place that her family gave to the lesser wives of a herd. His forelock and mane fall messily over his face and she shyly gives her own self a shake so that she might mimic him better. "I am Mrgasira," she says, also quiet, but scrunching her face as she does so - "but my parents had lofty thoughts when they named me after a lunar house. Others have called me Mrgy or Si."
She takes a risk and steps a little nearer, nose extending pink and white lips near enough to tap the tip of a hanging lock nearest to her.
OF THE TINUVEL BAY
▻ four years - arabian x kathiawari - maximum chestnut sabino - 14.2 hh ◅