look her in the eyes, see her story there.

[PRIVATE] look her in the eyes, see her story there.

Frost Fyre Posts: 198

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE

Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast prissy

12-24-2013, 01:39 AM (This post was last modified: 12-24-2013, 01:40 AM by Frost Fyre.)

Her bonded had aged, yet no signs of elemental abilities showed. A frown creased the girls lips as she examines her Vessel, wondering if he was just.. a later bloomer. Certainly the Gods couldn't gift late bloomers to their loyal worshipers? The small creature struggles to get away, but the girl is larger than he, and she easily overpowers him. Whining like a baby he finally gets his way, the girl releases him, lets him run away from her for a moment. She stands and watches the Vessel roam, a gentle breeze lifting her locks. A word echoes through her mind, a delicate voice reminding her heart of where it lies.

Carnesîr.

She misses him, the stallion of her own age, the one with the sweet smile. He was flirty the first time they had met, and that made her happy. Someone liked her, and not someone she didn't know. She smiles at the image of the stallion, her stomach fluttering. Her hormones rage within her, her body itching. She walks forward, almost falling. You knock me off my feet you bastard. She smirks, her tail weaving loosely between her legs as she steadies herself. Her vessel nudges her side, and she looks down and smiles. The cold creeps beneath her skin, making her shiver.

She leads her bonded to the Springs, exhaling gently as she steps forth into the warm waters. A screen of steam rises, disfiguring her image. Her skin is moist as she soaks in the water. It relieves her tense muscles, relaxes her aching body. She exhales, her worries flowing out with her breath. She wants to see him again. She needs to see him again. Yet she knows its going to turn into one of those sad love stories where the girl falls in love at first sight, but in the end their love is something she made up in her head. Her Vessel lays down beside the Springs, basking in the steam. She settles in, relaxing in a silent moment that wouldn't last.

"Speech."

FROST FYRE

Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change.