Gosh, the mare would make Yaga go tongue tied with speed if she ever truly tried. Casting her bright eyes over the curly mare, Yaga had to swallow past the lump in her throat. Call it general curiosity, but something about this… petite mare was enthralling. She captivated Yaga in a way she had never once thought could happen. She should be stoic, just a territory lead, but instead she was like a two year old stud colt. Full of something that was not just normal curiosity. She knew better, but still it happened.
Listening, Yaga took in the mare's name. “Avarice…” She lowly repeated, her tongue forming around the name. It tasted sweet, easy to roll off of her tongue. It caused a hum to try and escape, but her body swallowed it back down to where it belonged. She had not played these games before, but she was excited nonetheless. Her eyes danced as they took in the playful gleam in Avarice’s own, as if they could spark her to play just as well. This was two young maidens meeting on a spring day, but Yaga felt as if she were falling into something else. She was enraptured, but she was not sure as to why.
Stalled then, she felt like she was floundering. “My theory?” Her words were unsure in sound, but it took her a moment to really look. Fully taking in Avarice, Yaga noted the beauty of her brown flesh. The way she stood, the playful glimmer. It was something that shone like a diamond on a hot summer day. She glimmered, as if she were a beacon. Yaga should be thinking farther than just face value, but right then she was going off of what she saw and heard, not what she dug up. If she were a human and Avarice a gem, she would take her and treasure her like the gorgeous specimen she was.
“My theory… is that you are looking for a place to call home… but the location does not matter.” She would stumble over her words, but she did her best to sound sure, as if her theory could be her very own if she were in the commons to be claimed. Tilting her head the other way, Yaga took more notes. She was taking her time, scanning everything she could. From the way the sun glistened with her hairs to create a glow of sorts to the way it shined on the curls of her mane.
After a breath, Yaga barely held her whisper from being full volume. “To be something treasured… of meaning with that beauty you hold.” It was there, out in the open, and suddenly the white on Yaga’s nose held a red tint, as if she was blushing profusely under her fur. It was true, all of her felt warm as she lowered her head a bit, unsure if what she said would not cause her to be treated differently. Beauty was in the eye of the beholder… and Yaga was at Avarice’s mercy with how gorgeous she was.
BABA YAGA
mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest
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