The handsome stranger does not appear to take offense to her foolish mishap. Instead, like a gentleman of the highest caliber, he apologizes to her accepting the blame himself instead of allowing it to weigh on her conscience. An endearing quality that does not go missed.
A small smile tugs at the corners of her ashen lips as the lavender-painted woman lifts her bright silver-blue eyes to meet his own. ”Perhaps we can share the blame then?” she offers, dipping her muzzle forward towards his own whiskered maw. ’Nahawi…’ he introduces himself as. A name so foreign to her own tongue that she allows the syllables to repeat themselves in her mind. Nahawi…Nahawi.
Confusion flashes in her pale eyes as small ears twitch amid the silken strands of her mane. Odd… beautiful… and oh so very familiar. Yet try as she might, Druna could not place where she had heard it uttered before. The stallion himself did not seem familiar so the young mare feels fairly certain that they have never crossed paths but still.
She opens her mouth to respond but falls silent as an all too familiar scent envelops her. ’well, well isn’t this such a great surprise…’ the graveled tones cause the hairs along her spine to prickle like the air before a lightning storm. A voice she had hoped to hear long before now.
Finely chisled muzzle lifts defiantly as silver-blue eyes darken with the stormy fury that had long found itself at home in her soul. Fluted ears disappear beneath the alabaster tresses of her mane as Druna turns to face him. Garmr. Her champion and traitor. Her guide and wayward traveler. Her idol and her enemy.
Ashen labrums peel back as a snarl curves its way across her lips at the cheery tone of his voice and the languid expression that sat upon his handsome features. Dear?!? He called her dear and yet had willingly traded her off like a used and discarded toy. Paper-thin nostrils flare as a scoff hangs in her throat. Trade? Freedom? She was free before he made the bargain. She had joined his adventures to fulfill her own desires and yet it was not enough to dissuade him from putting her aside.
Garmr turns his gaze now to the copper stallion as his attention shifts. Finding her? Again, the scoff lingers in her throat though this time, she stomps a single hoof against the supple earth to guarantee his momentary attention. ”Missed me?!? You TRADED me!” she snarls, doing her best to keep the sorrow from tainting her words. It had hurt, hurt deeply that despite declaring her “his companion” before the mingling masses of stallions that called the lagoons home, Garmr had tossed her aside as if that meant nothing to him. Perhaps it had. Maybe the exhilaration and pride she felt when the other stallions stared after her in envy had only been felt by her own heart. That thought alone drew the forlorn feelings that she carefully buried away back to the surface but she quickly shook her head, banishing them back down into the depths of her breast. She had become her own champion in this story, to hell with the fairytales.
DRUNA
lavender daughter of Evrain and Warduna