no stallion
▻ no children (x no one) ◅
She had always walked to the beat of her own drum, for all that she was quiet and seemed like someone that might let the world walk overtop of her just to be left in peace. Mrgasira lived within her, but she was the daughter of Fell - make no mistake. The quietness of spirit met with the savage drive for self-empowerment… and now that concoction stares down the enormous stallion with little fear and even less distaste than he had thought the world of women capable of.
She knew too well that homes did not make a people. The culture and environment one was a part of did not dictate the nature and personality of a person. The person had to choose that manner, that transformation from themselves to their society. He answers her, though she does sigh disappointedly when he says that only residents may know the inner world of the Lagoon. She is not enamored of him enough to be confused, though, when he gives her his invitation.
"Is it worth giving up your freedom to find out?"
"No," she says no matter of factly with a flex that could have been a ‘shrug’ in another body.
She is not a lunatic, named for a dog rather than a cat that might die to resolve its curiosity. "I can dream of my own glowing lagoons and great rainstorms." She seems to try to explain her reasoning, though more as though she were talking to someone who had been quite silly and needed a little extra sensibility spoken in their direction. "There is the chance it was all a pretty lie. Besides, if I were a enslaved, I do believe you would be in worse way than now after my father discovered that my freedom was no longer my own over a silly thing such as unproven monsoons and glowing waves on a beach."
OF TINUVEL’S FORESTED BAY
▻ two years - curly eared desert mutt - black sabino - 15.1 hh ◅