L Y R A
For most of that day Lyra had wandered. No true direction guiding her steps as she made aimless gains along the terrain away from Denocte. It was by chance that she had found the meadows within Delumine, a place she knew an old friend lived. The sight of so many spring flowers across the grassland brought a warm smile to her lips. And with a sigh she discarded any of her worries, and the shadows of a past life to embrace the open field, maybe with luck she'd run into her old friend.
The horizon and its wide expanse provided the young mare with a renewed, refreshed tremor of excitement. It warmed inside of her, spreading to her limbs with a restless air. A laugh ignited the young woman- rearing back in a playful gesture. Inclining her head in a poised, gallant pose – sending the tips of her nose towards the sky – beseeching the Gods, the Creators with a bold proposal: a race.
Releasing herself, she dropped down with every intention of bursting forward. Muscles contracted behind her, lunging her forward moments before her fore hooves grasped the earth. She was off; the girl who’d been told to stay close to Denocte was alone and unbound by the fear of ill intent.
@Eulalie
speech color!
The horizon and its wide expanse provided the young mare with a renewed, refreshed tremor of excitement. It warmed inside of her, spreading to her limbs with a restless air. A laugh ignited the young woman- rearing back in a playful gesture. Inclining her head in a poised, gallant pose – sending the tips of her nose towards the sky – beseeching the Gods, the Creators with a bold proposal: a race.
Releasing herself, she dropped down with every intention of bursting forward. Muscles contracted behind her, lunging her forward moments before her fore hooves grasped the earth. She was off; the girl who’d been told to stay close to Denocte was alone and unbound by the fear of ill intent.
@Eulalie
speech color!
