The lilac mare watches with mild interest as the graying mare moves through the sun-bleached grasses nearby. While she herself chose to seek shelter from the warm sun, this crimson-dusted mare seemed to cling to it, as though it alone were all that kept her sanity in place. Raven tipped flutes twitch amid the silken tresses of ivory as sapphire ooids blink behind the veil of alabaster lashes.

She recognized the girl. She was a favorite of Garmr’s. A favorite but not in nearly the same manner as herself, although she did notice that the other bachelor stallions made a point of avoiding the girl. Out of fear of Garmr or respect Druna could not be sure which. Either way, she had become as permanent a resident of the Lagoon as she herself. Perhaps it was time to reach out to her. Flynnrir no longer had need of her constant supervision so she did have a lot more leisurely time on her hooves. It’s not like her frosted mate could keep her company all the time. He had other things to do after all and the lavender girl would never dare to deter him from that.

With an audible snort, meant more to alert the cautious mare of her approach than to actually clear her airways, Druna reluctantly slips free of the shade.

The hints of a smile that tug at the corners of her ashen labrums are meant to appear friendly, albeit a bit forced. She has never really learned to play well with others. Erayna just always seemed to know when her sister was in a mood or when she had welcomed the company. ”You look as though you expect the shadows to come alive next.” she murmurs, her honeyed words holding the slightest air of amusement about them. Coming to a halt near the other woman, Druna tilts her finely chisled head to the mare. Silver-blue eyes linger on the myriad of marks that show on her pale coat. No doubt Garmr was the cause of many of them, but even that knowledge does not deter or disgust her. Sometimes, reprimands were necessary. Did that mean she approved? Not necessarily, especially when it meant the beast’s attention was drawn away from her. But at least it meant his ire was directed at another, which left her the receiver of his gentler touches…. Until she wanted more anyway.

”It’s not all that bad really, if you look past the boggy patches and humidity. But you know that…. Don’t you?.” she asks, drawing her gaze back to that of the arab woman. Perhaps she just needed to hear the words from her own lips to believe them.

DRUNA

lavender daughter of Evrain and Warduna