Silver trinkets and golden leather

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[PRIVATE] Silver trinkets and golden leather

Dröm Posts: 114

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3

Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: 5 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

baylee

08-03-2014, 05:49 PM

Dröm
You don't need a silver fork to eat good food.

She calmly walks around, drops of rain pelting her and the green canopy of tree leaves above her. Each cold drop of rain soaking her coat further, turning her into a darker shade of flax. Her light tresses are swaying back and forth, throwing cool liquid drops around behind her. Her head is hung low and ears relaxed backwards, allowing no rain to enter them. Caramel eyes stare ahead as she wonders what she will run into next. Will there be magnificent builders crafting away at their silver, or a lowly pond with mysteries far and wide? The adventures that lay ahead of the babe are grand, but who will be next to her for this adventure? What about future adventures?

The path the mare has taken today opens into a small clearing. However, the clearing is not clear. The trees filter out into an open space with a structure tall and grand. It's beauty is unmatched and seemingly untouched by time upon first glance. Dröm halts and just peers at the building, wondering why it is there. Who has built such an eye-catching building? There are large columns holding a glass and metal roof high above the ground. Thick curtains hug the columns and drape effortlessly before hugging the next column. The initial awe begins to wear off as she prances towards the building, a new excitement bubbling in her young mind. She hops onto the base of the building, skipping the steps as she does so. Why use steps? It takes too long for the girl that is eager to explore her findings as soon as possible.

Her ears erect themselves as soon as the stained glass roof shields her from the unrelenting rain. Distant strikes of lightning and roars of thunder can not even distract the determined girl. She halts near a column, poking her through thick curtains to reveal a running brook. She giggles with excitement. Her head drips with water as she brings it back in. The liquid running down her slim chest and forelegs. Giggling once more, she begins to study the columns, the roof, the curtains.. everything. She is too interested in this building to notice anything else. If she were approached right now, she may not hear the stranger coming whatsoever. She knows the stranger that will come will not be mean. No one is truly mean, right? Only troubled from their past.

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ooc: @[Lace]