A R A H

Her golden orbs looked around The Steppe, it was most certainly a lonely place. There didn't seem to be anyone up here but her, sadly, she was happy about it. For once Arah was enjoying the simple pleasures that loneliness brought. Smiling as a gentle breeze flipped her long silky mane about, Arah came to a stop by the edge of a mountain. It felt as if anything could sweep her off of her feet, that she could topple over. The danger made it quite the thrilling experience, a grin of pure enjoyment spread across her face. A stronger breeze blew this time, locking her joints and bracing against it, the doe laughed. It would take a blast of unexpected wind to knock her over the edge. Besides, Arah had no intentions to die today. Orangemoon had brought beautiful weathers along with it and it had also brought her into season. As the ivory doe stood looking over the world, the idea that she would now be able to have a foal crossed her mind. In truth, Arah was not sure how she felt about the entire idea. That was why Arah had come up here, she wanted to escape the possibility of unwanted attention or suggestions. Taking a step back from the edge, the mare looked over her shoulder incase any unwanted company could be spotted. So far, so good.

Her thoughts cast back to meeting the rather grumpy Beowulf, he had worried her. She still wasn't sure if she trusted the great hairy brute around her family, then many unicorns that were brought home from the threshold eventually wandered off. Perhaps this one would as well. With a sigh, Arah continued to look out over the world, her mood and emotions were all over the place at them moment. Being in heat apparently wasn't a bag of fun after all...well..actually Arah had never expected it to be.
More than anything though, Arah missed her sister Arwen. The ivory doe was quite sure that by now her younger sister would be lead mare of her old herd or dead. It was a brutal life in Baile na Déithe. That was where Arah was meant to be, as she was constantly reminded by her mother. But she had run and while Arah knew she was better off because of it, she wondered would her baby sister be punished for her actions?

They were depressing thoughts. Her hormones were apparently taking her moods for a spin. Instead Arah tried to ignore what she was feeling and focus on the breeze and the edge of the world again.

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@[Crowley]
Sorry it took me so long to get this up, just wanted to make sure a few others things were finished first! Don'thateme.
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