Akeli  She has been following the meandering stretch of river for a while now, letting it guide her aimless path. She doesn’t realize she has left the boundaries of the night court and has entered another herd’s territory, but she couldn’t quite be bothered. Back in her last home, she had not belonged to a herd, and she had found most of her days spent in the sprawling wilds claimed by the outcasts and vagabonds, so it had never been an issue. The greenery here seems to lay somewhat untouched beneath autumn’s coming foliage, and as she decreases her altitude (certainly a little quicker than a more experienced flyer) she aims for a meadow kissed with wildflowers. Within the easily babbiling creek she spies another mare dancing within the water, and a smile plays upon her own face. With a soft oomph!, she lands upon the ground. Shaking herself, she allows all of her feathers to find their rightful places, and her wings close upon her sides. Trotting towards the bank, and hopeful that her landing hadn’t gone entirely unnoticed as to not surprise the other girl, she clears her throat. “I haven’t been over those hills yet, but this place seems to go on for miles.” Slowing her pace, she tosses a friendly look towards the stranger, and finally comes to rest with her forehooves sinking into the damp soil of the river bank. She dips her head down, supping in the cool water. Sure, probably not the most polite entrance, but her intrusion into the maiden’s lovely afternoon was not meant to be disruptive. Pulling away from the cool flow of the creek, she turns smoothly, and tries to find the stunning green gaze of the other young mare. “This world seems so big! I’ve been flying all morning—“ she shrugs and shuffles her wings to accentuate the statement “—and the hills seem to go on forever.” Her wandering heart craved the world. She wanted to see the rolling hills, the towering mountains, the crashing sea, the way autumn painted the world in glowing hues of fire. She wanted to see it all before the day grew dark. Ambitious, sure, but she doesn’t care. She wants to go where the wildflowers grow, and no terrain (or court lines, for that matter) would stop her. ”My name is Akeli, whats yours?” |
@Maude :D
