The fresh smell of adventure seemed to call to Rose in ways other things could not. She was always moving, always going somewhere, doing something—it didn’t matter what, but she couldn’t stand to be stationary for any reasonable amount of time. Rose’s mother had tried in vain to keep her still, silent, and well mannered, but her efforts went unheeded by the creamy minx. Where was the fun in that, anyways? Laughed Rose in her head, internally tsk-ing at her silly mother for even trying to control the young femme’s wildness. As if anyone could tame me. Laughing audibly this time—very audibly—the mare pushed herself faster through the grass on the rolling hills leading to the thick forest below. She loved the feeling of the sun on her back and the wind pushing and whipping her mane and tail out like banners behind her. Her black hooves thundered underneath her, pounding down the dirt beneath. A light sweat was starting to foam up around her neck and hindquarters, but Rose didn’t mind. She was quite athletic for a girl, able to beat most anyone who tried to race her. But for as good as she ran, she had no idea how to fight. Sure, she’d been in scuffles with her siblings, who hasn’t? However, the true art of battle escaped her. She was sure she could learn in given time, but thus far, she’d been unable to find anyone willing to really teach her. They all saw her as a silly, vapid femme—while that was true on the surface, Rose had a wealth of emotions within. She was quite capable of being deeply loving and devoted, but had issues expressing herself seriously. Rose sighed. Maybe that was why she couldn’t seem to form a lasting relationship. She just couldn’t imagine a world where she’d settle down and live a sedate, mundane life. Wasn’t that why she left in the first place? Her mother and father had arranged her to be mated to a knight, quite a lovely stallion, but so serious. He never laughed at Rose’s antics or jokes, he never smiled, he just stood there, stern and silent. He made Rose feel shallow and insignificant, stupid and childish. She’d tried to resign herself to her fate, she tried to make Mich like her. But he didn’t and she couldn’t bear to live with that for the rest of her life, treated like property and suppressed. |
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risk it all. - by Rose - 06-27-2012, 02:59 PM
RE: risk it all. - by Torasin - 07-05-2012, 01:30 PM
RE: risk it all. - by Rose - 07-05-2012, 02:51 PM
RE: risk it all. - by NPC - 07-07-2012, 09:48 PM
RE: risk it all. - by Gossamer - 07-07-2012, 10:25 PM
RE: risk it all. - by Torasin - 07-09-2012, 12:56 PM
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