The rosy dam trotted across the sea of sand, her hoofbeats soft as feathers. Dark tresses billowed in the breeze, her long locks covering her blind side. An ivory horn sprouted in her third eye, gleaming like polished white bone under the rays of the sun. The mare shook her head, as true dislike coursed through her veins. Having been "born" -- or materialized, whichever -- in the wonderous Hiemsterra, she had an affinity for cold. Although she had wanted nothing more than to die then and return to the stars, the witchy foal grew to love the snow greatly. Now, under the baking light of day, Nimue narrowed her eyes upon the endless dunes.
As she breached the borders of the Court, the dam did not so much as hesitate as she moved forward, seemingly unaware. She had heard rumors of the courts gaining new sovereigns. It's not that she didn't have respect. No.. she was just too curious for her own good. She liked testing boundaries. Plus, the more she discovered of the world on her own accord, the more she could ream the corners of the land for information. Information was valuable -- tangible -- that could be bought, or sold. She smiled internally at the thought.
Oh! And who might that be? As she crested another dune, her orbs caught the sight of an ebony dame several meters ahead of her. She was beautiful, no doubt. Long, shimmery locks like spilled ink fluttering in the wind. Wings stretched to catch the warmth of the sun. Nimue could not deny that she was a marvel. And yet, she also was weary. Another stranger to enchant. A challenge.. all dependent where the ebony lovely's loyalty lie. She let out a soft nicker in welcome, refined ears perked forward. Oh, my darling, let's dance.
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@Inkheart
As she breached the borders of the Court, the dam did not so much as hesitate as she moved forward, seemingly unaware. She had heard rumors of the courts gaining new sovereigns. It's not that she didn't have respect. No.. she was just too curious for her own good. She liked testing boundaries. Plus, the more she discovered of the world on her own accord, the more she could ream the corners of the land for information. Information was valuable -- tangible -- that could be bought, or sold. She smiled internally at the thought.
Oh! And who might that be? As she crested another dune, her orbs caught the sight of an ebony dame several meters ahead of her. She was beautiful, no doubt. Long, shimmery locks like spilled ink fluttering in the wind. Wings stretched to catch the warmth of the sun. Nimue could not deny that she was a marvel. And yet, she also was weary. Another stranger to enchant. A challenge.. all dependent where the ebony lovely's loyalty lie. She let out a soft nicker in welcome, refined ears perked forward. Oh, my darling, let's dance.
@Inkheart
