Meadow

Slowly taking a decent sized bite of grass, Yaga flicked one ear in the direction of hooves moving. Her nostrils flared as she pulled in a deep breath, but she didn't pause from what she was doing. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the peace she had found herself in. It all came crashing down though when the scent she recognized as the Arch filled her nostrils and the sound of a feminine voice infiltrated her ears. It caused her to pause mid chew and her head to slowly raise, golden gaze opening.


Letting her eyes land upon the one that spoke, Yaga took in the white mare. Her head tilted faintly, taking in everything about this petite mare that she could see. Her jaw began to move again, chewing the grass she had in her mouth as a breath escaped her nostrils. This was an odd meeting to say the least, considering she had been poking at Zion for two full seasons now.


“Hello.” She replied, her voice escaping after she swallowed the sweet grass. Blinking her lupine eyes, the mare hummed faintly before her long tail reached out and tapped the ends upon her hips. “What has an Arch resident speaking to the likes of me?” Fair question, given everything. Tilting her head the other direction, Yaga waited for whatever answer this pale mare could or would give her.

BABA YAGA

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mare | 17.0hhs | grey | Lead of the Forest

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