Romani
Dark-tinted lips twitched as a breeze passed them by, toying with her ivory locks and carrying the stranger's scent along with the invisible caress, and the gypsy's gaze narrowed slightly, though not in distaste. No, it was the pinched look of one who was re-living a memory, though whether it brought pleasure or pain, that was yet to be determined. The initial scent of this war-painted mare was lost on Romani; they had never met... But she did place the familiar smell of the World's Edge, and a part of her wayward heart clenched with a yearning of home.
But where was home? That was the true question.
At her side, Kasai did her best to shake the dripping ocean water from her coat before stretching out in the sand with a yawn, claws glinting in the sunlight from the pads of her paws. With a weary sigh, as though she had done so much more than just swim, the monochromatic tigress plopped in the warm white granules, thinking that a nap sounded quite lovely. 'Stranger won't attack, Roma. If she does...' The warning was left unsaid, and while the golden-red gypsy could handle herself, Kasai's concern and protective nature was both comforting and humbling.
"Greetings, mare of the Edge," Romani beckoned casually, allowing the briefest of a smile to cross her face, "Have you come to enjoy the calm summer as well?"
@[Cheveyo]
The True Soldier Fights Not Because
He Hates What is in Front of Him,
But Because he Loves What is Behind Him.