To say Druna had been pissed about how quickly Garmr had traded her off for his benefit would be an understatement…. She was FURIOUS!
The pale-haired stallion had promised her excitement and wonders in abundance. That coupled with the near immediate electricity that she felt when he was near had left her eager to spend more time with him. He promised to show her the many different wonders that the main island had to offer and she was just beginning to enjoy exploring the depths of the strange Lagoon terrain… that is, until the damned fool came charging forward and ushered her towards the Peak without even a word of explination why.
From what she had gathered along the way, Garmr had made some sort of deal with the hardy mares of the Peak in exchange for a handful of their men. That was the extent of her worth to him…. A handful of rugged, rowdy stallions! Even thinking about it now caused the blood to boil in her veins. A hard snort escapes her lungs as the young mare gives her finely dished head a shake, ridding herself of Garmr’s handsome image for what she told herself would be the last time. If that was all she was worth to him then so be it! She would find adventure on her own. Damn him!
Cautiously, the lavender hued minx emerges from beneath the shadowy cover of the forest and steps into the yellowing grasses of the Common. Here and there, horses dotted the fields, all lost too deep in their own conversations to notice the desert princess… and that was just fine with her. The Peak mares had been easy to avoid. After the initial “exchange” with Garmr, the rosy mare had merely said they were free to do as they wished. Druna assumed that meant she was to be some sort of captive and so she took to hiding herself among the dense forests that grew along the slopes. When weeks and months went by without even a guard to approach her in question, Druna decided to risk her luck and venture beyond the borders of the Peak mares territory. But no one followed. Not a single soul. If she were a prisoner, the Peak mares were very poor guards which made her question exactly how hard the “captive” stallions had tried to escape themselves.
Regardless, she feels more certain now than ever that she would not have one of the fierce mares tracking her down and so, she risked stepping into the open world once more. Her trek to the falls had been magical, why should she think this place would be any different? Paper-thin nostrils flare, inhaling the perfumes that the softly blowing zephyrs had to offer. Invisible fingers twist and coil themselves around the silken threads of her alabaster mane with such gentleness that Druna cannot help but to close her eyes with pleasure. When she opens them again, she is nearly face to face with a stranger. Another few steps and she would surely have ruined both their day. ”Oh!” she squeaks, coming to a sudden halt, dipping her small head apologetically. ”I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
DRUNA
lavender daughter of Evrain and Warduna