i. Coal black and white paint chimera, primary black. Black mane and tail, prehensile. Empire blue threading outside white paint markings, gnarled horn of the same blue. White, blue eyes. Three black hooves, one white with average feathering.
ii. Sickle-hocked, hind.
iii. Thick-boned with a particularly elegant design, a baroque figure designed with endurance and defense in mind. All angles and wide curves, long-legged and long-necked.

Quiet - Inquisitive - Rough - Calculating - Steadfast - Loyal

Tight-lips and watchful eyes are a virtue for this lady, growing up among those with wagging tongues and shifty minds. Bathsheba has never been a talkative thing, preferring to mosey along through her younger years as a silent observer, letting her actions do the talking. Ironically enough, it would serve her well for the most part, but do not take her lack of opinion for a lacking of smarts or ability.

Curiosity grows in the mind of all young horses, she is no different. An inquisitive nature drives this little girl to and fro, up and down and all around, questioning every little thing she sets eyes on. Of course it gets her in trouble now and again, but what are the younger years without some level of… risk?

Never the dainty one, Bathsheba is a stellar fit with the boys, leaving her dresses and Sunday pearls back home. This gangly strangeness will develop into a better honed show of force as she grows, becoming something she can use to her advantage and less as a crutch.

Calculation is a thing that most must learn, forcing themselves to see and observe what usually they would miss. Bathsheba is no different, although her inspiration comes from a much deeper and fragile source. She will develop these skills over the period of her life, focusing and reading and learning to understand the world and its inhabitants to better serve her purpose. It is hard at first, but she is a determined young thing and very little stands long in her way.

Loyalty is something taught young in her family, something she will realize from the very beginning. Family means everything, and most of all, family means roots. Roots grow deep, deeper than any material promise or foolhardy hope. Bathsheba is strong, connected, and very little can move her. Even as a child she is stubborn and decided in what she feels and believes is right and wrong. Her own moral compass that draws an unsteady line for her to walk, yet walk it she does.

PART I

01. Is { BORN } among the stones and shadows of the Frostbreathe Steppe, by her mother (Sialia) and joined by her father (Reginald).
02. Joins Sialia at a { MEETING } by Ki'irha at the Aurora Basin.

SIALIA beloved mother, you do your best for me.
REGINALD (name unknown to her) I do not know you.
ARCHIBALD /to be met
SYRENA you are beautiful, and I love that we keep meeting, I'd love to know more about you.
MURTAGH you are not too bad, perhaps we can be friends.
GRAASVOEL /to be met
ZEKLE /to be met
ISOPIA /to be met
OIZYS you make terrible first impressions with no care!


Common SS Refusal One