The Lost Islands
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a heart spun in gold


morrigan
yearling
muttt
palomino roan
15.1hh
dreadstag x grier
love

They agree to her suggestion, but she can see that their hearts are not in it. That both of them, equally, consider it to be an odd sort of proposal, or an intrusion on their quiet couples moment. And perhaps it is. Morrigan does not care. She has only ever been an acquired taste; and neither of them have had much time to acquire such a taste.

It is a good day for a run. A good day to meet the herd she supposedly belongs to. And a good excuse to spend time with the stallion she had plucked from the Commons the same way she'd plucked the flower that once used to sit in his mane. The fact that he comes accompanied with a mare is only bonus to the non-jealous little creature, and she turns and equally bright smile to the painted mare.

"Wherever we want, of course." Though such a line might be misconstrued as sassy, Morrigan genuinely means no offense and the bright smile on her lips does not waver. Giggling, the roan mare turns from them with a flick of her tail and a bright - "follow me!" - tossed over her shoulder and launches into a bouncy gallop with her tail fluttering behind her and neck bowed. She goes slow enough for them to catch up, but not so slow that it shall be easy.

The exercise burns in her muscles and while it is not quite as good as dancing in her opinion, it still feels good to stretch and move her body. To let it do the very things it was designed to do, in the very world it was designed to do it in.

The petite roan leads them toward the beach and then along the ribbon where sand met surf, spattering her underside with the damp sand while the brisk breeze sent delicious shivers down her coat. Morrigan peered behind her as she ran, wondering if the two of them would end up nearer to each other to ward off the cold. If they had, she would only speed up, racing onward to put distance between herself and the pair to give them their privacy if they so wished it.

OOC: AKA she would attempt to lead them on a merry chase to the beach and then attempt to leave them there to cuddle if there is the slightest indication they would be so inclined.


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