Trotting alone.....

[Lacey]

Wild Magic tossed her head as she trotted across the plains. She noticed other horses in the distance, but she did not approach them so easily. She was still very shy around other horses, due to the fact that she had been a bandoned by her origanal herd. But, by some miracle, she had survived through her hardships and had finally found a place that she might be able to call home. She stopped at a lush patch of grass and lowwered her delicate muzzle to the ground and beagn to graze. As Wild Magic grazed, her ears were pricked, and her eyes watched the horses that were near by. She did not intend to be surprised by anything.

[varda»]

two towers did harken to hear yet a beat of three, one set of elegance, tis could be a femmora did the cranium of a warrior pondered silently. bodice did not quite set into motion as the mahogany stained mascu' did stayed, waiting for the source come ever closer to see if such predictions were accurate. as occuli glazed the lithosphere, audits did pick the tempo drums come ever so closer toward his direction, a sense of excitement did pass through his soul, perhaps such a lady would grace him and his lady Navy in his domain. where, oh where was the minx of the three beat drum? souls did search the realm once more, and yet...there, he did invisioned her at last. a spontanious femmora was she, tresses wavering as liquid strings through the atmos, bannering a flag of her appearance. visage did show a smirk, whether of goodness or evilness, Ebrithil wanted to find out for himself. motion was in set as two beat trod did set his course as the minx did halt, exposing herself through heaven's rays of day. grace as any mass would be, a dip of the crown did he gave to her, yet reascending to comfortable position as lyrics did warm up, pronounciating out of his labrums.
Salutations to you minx, I be Ebrithil, lord of Silver Wood. Would you grace me with your dubbance, my fair mistress?

[Lacey]

Wild Magic lifted her head at the sound of a horse approaching. Her ears pricked and her nostrils flared. She took a quick look around and noticed the stallion near by. She jumped in surprise at the sudden appearance of a horse so near. She then realized that he had spoken to her and replied in a light smooth whisper, " I am Wild Magic from afar", she paused for a moment deciding whether or not to tell him more. She leaped in the air, still unsure whether he was friend or foe. Wild Magic trotted around, thenstopped and gazed at him with her deep black eyes and continued, "I have been searching for a home for a while now, but am still unsure whether or not I can trust a complete stranger."

[varda»]

ah, a minx that is afraid to step without thinking, not to walk a path that is not lit for her feet. good to see cunning common sense in a minx like that. occulis did catch the voids of ebon stained, a soft touch did grip his mind, soul, and sight, not stained in darqness, ah that made his organ that pumped jump for gladness that one that did follow his path he sought 'pon. labrums did curve at her sense of her own security, not to shame her for her lyrics yet he too had to agree to put himself in her placement and work her mind on how he would handle the situation. now that would sound odd and pointless to few foolish, yet to wise kings, as he thought he was, did share that teaching to nurious his cranium of wordsing. labrums did now depart from one another, a curve that stood there as voicebox of the masc' did reach out in tune, echoing toward femmora's view.
Ah, m' Wild Magic, that be true, but that could be altered with, time, yet many take chances. Some come to be like a dream, yet others did come to be a nightmare. You would have to take that chance, for no one else can decide your path.

OOC: excuse my lack of muse, tired from school >.<

[Lacey]

Wild Magic snorted and tossed her head. Then she began to move again, but did not reply to what the stallion had just said. She was still undecided. She trotted aroung him again and again, her mind still realing on what to do. Wild Magic snorted again and shook her head, tassels of mane flaying wildly. Her eyes darted around, then she slid to a stop, gazed at the stallion before, then seeming to make up her on what to do, she took one step, then another towards Ebrithil. She had decided that he didn't seem a danger to her. Wild Magic stopped, then stretched out her chestnut neck to take a wiff of his scent. Her nostrels flared, and she stepped forward once more, now she was close enough almost to touch him, she stood still waiting to see what he would do next.

[Chloe]

Jazz, the 4 yr. old sorrel colt wandered into the clearing. Seeing the two horses, he snorts and turns away. He looks back. He cries

"Sorry! Didn't mean to intrude!"

The two horses look his way. Jazz trots away, slowly, his head hung in sadness...

[Lacey]

Wild Magic noticed the colt aproaching and began to shake her head again. She began to back away from both horses that were now near her. She snortedover and over. But the colt began to walk away, and she calmed down again, staring after the now distant colt.

[Chloe]

As Jazz backed away, he took one last, long look at the beautiful mare. He sighed.

Does anybody like me here? he thought.

Jazz sighed again. He turned around and left the scene. He would never acheive his goal to have a happy herd...
He walked back to his friend mare and walked off with her.

[varda»]

visionaries did place his only view on this prudent femmora. ah such caution is good, wisdom did this one have. look before she leapt into someone's arms. he did not want to acuse all faes of such drastic decisions, yet his attic did not dwell on such sterotype thoughts. he did not condeem every femmora on such thoughts, and now was not the proper timing onto dwell and daydream with no reason to. mass did stand vertical as her soft gaze did encircle him, her petite phyique did dance 'pon the slender and elegant pillars did hold her soft mass upwards. such gentleness did her footing give toward mother earth as such reassureance that her touch was of an angel, lips of an angel, and a dance of an angel did she. his gaze was kept soft, a natural one at that as boa did arch as orbs did try to stay 'pon the beauty. her presence did get ever so closer to his, closer, closer, as if she were to even touch his thrown of mahogany. yet her conservative mind did not contact with his, a touch of an angel he did not receive, yet nothing did reach out toward wildness in the mascu's heart. he too would stand his ground, not to reach out sooner than she would, so he would not to frighten her with his touch.
a disturbance did catch the corner of the mascu', a youngen did he see as sights did turn just slightly from the femmora as the disturbance did pass with a tone of apology. crown did shook side to side in such nonamusement on the youngen's approach from them. vision did transfer toward the beauty quickly again, gazing ever so as talcum tossed into the blowing winds. arch did his boa did, a dip of his crown did descend as a bow did form toward the beauty. labrums departed a sense of quietness and humbleness did tune out as his crown ascended.
So what say you, lady Wild Magic?

[Lacey]

Wild Magic stared back at the stallion, he still awaited her reply. Unable to speak as she was lost for words, she once again walked towards Ebrithil. Though this time her steps were lighter and more confident. Her dainty hooves stepped over the rocks and hollows in the earth as she aproached, ever nearer. The fear and uncertainty had almost completly left her dark gleaming eyes. Wild Magic stretched forth her head, her muzzle joining with his, she have a gentle push. And in two words, she gave her reply, "I will", and so she stepped closer.

[Lacey]

And so, Wild Magic awaited for what Ebrithil would do next.