no stallion
▻ no children (x no one) ◅
She was a quiet girl, but she was quite a bit less humbled by tradition than her mother. Like a dog that had learned not to trust, she kept to shadows and behind trunks and at a distance enough (normally) that one could reasonably be denied if they perceived herself their follower. She did not see safety the same in The Bay, knowing now that there were plenty who would come to thwart or steal from her father. He had made enemies and now that it was crossing barely into winter, she was safe from the unwelcome pursuits of other men. At least that is what she believed she learned from her mother.
So in curiosity, she trails and tracks Vadim. She did not know his propensity to be arrogant or dismissive of the women in his care - only that he had been big and strong enough not to succumb to his wounds when she went to inform her mother she’d be going on walkabout and might not be back too soon.
It was only just to her unlucky star that Vadim took exception and charged before she was ready - hardly a battle tested young woman. He crashed towards her so that branches and leaves blinded him to who she’d been, his brutish form buffeting her to the side hard enough that she squealed a bit breathlessly as she hit a neighboring tree trunk in her ribs. Her teeth did not miss the chance to reach out to pinch, but as distracting as her rib injury was, she hardly had reason to pursue it further than that, regardless of hit or miss.
Even her little bite could not have compared to the bruising windedness she felt.
He then lays eyes on her as he turns, and her name falls off his lips surprisingly easy. Either he had a very strong memory, or he was more intrigued by their interaction than she could account for. She did not realize she was quite beautiful enough to remain in someone’s mind. Too naive by half that even her less loud painting was unique enough to draw the eye.
He smirks at her, distracting her, and making her flatten her ears even before she hears, "I take it you just couldn’t stay away, could you?" She snorts hard and sharp, dispelling the air that had shared the same place as the words he spoke preposterously like truth. "You were hurt." She says, a slight squint hinting at a growing compulsion to glare instead. "I wanted to make sure my father did not make anything worse." Not entirely truth, but if he would pull the rubberband so far to one side, she had to let it snap far to the other to create balance.
"Where will you winter?"
OF TINUVEL’S FORESTED BAY
▻ two years - curly eared desert mutt - black sabino - 15.1 hh ◅