Black, Black, Black and Blue. /-open!

[Sauda .]

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Eolande flicked her forelock away from her face. The tangled mess of hair was quickly turning into small dreadlocks, not a look she was entirely happy with. Her big, brown eyes crossed over, to try and glare at her own forelock. She shook her head roughly, trying to dislodge the hair from each other. With no success. She sighed and gave up; perhaps she'd have to style a new 'do. Eyeing the rough-bark tree on her left, she dismissed the idea as soon as it entered her mind; she'd rather sport dreadlocks and tangles than have a short hairstyle. She giggled quietly to herself. What amusement to discuss her own styling to herself in her own mind.

Her painted body snaked forward, lithe and strong and feminine all at the one time. Her self-propelled humour left a soft smile on her lips; an alluring charm that often landed her in the company of males. She knew she was attractive, but she never played on it. If anything, she preferred to keep a lower profile. Getting attention for the sake of having attention was not something the dunalino paint often sought to covet.

She sprung on, glad to have the chance to run for a while. Exercise was the one thing that made her really happy; knowing she would have a better chance for herself if she cared for her own body. And if she were ever to aid the unknown Prince in any way, at least her body would be in fine shape and form to help him. She slowed down, unwilling to run herself out of breath. She was still wary by herself and wouldn't dare to give possible predators an advantage over her. If she were to be hunted down by a carnivore, at least she'd have most of her strength to defend herself. Her ears swivelled and small nostrils flared as she inhaled the scents of the free lands. Now that the thought was in her head, she noticed the dimmer light. Night was falling. She looked around, careful and on guard. Big teeth and sharp claws. The thoughts of them ripping into her soft flesh. It made her stomach twist. Quietly, she nickered aloud; this was the time when she most yearned for company of her own species. Protection. The only thing she regretted in leaving her parents, was having no one to comfort her when her phobia of the dark shone true in the night.

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Morwenna _____________________

Fear is rational, the mare reasoned with herself mentally as she silently plodded along through the plains, it keeps us wary of the things that would do us harm. Still, reasoning through fear with logic did little to actually dispel it. For at that moment, the mare was experiencing the very emotion she'd been mentally dissecting. Usually, finding logic and reasoning in something was of some comfort, but not now. Not when her skin had the sensation of a thousand flies crawling on it at once. Why she was so bothered by the pending arrival of darkness tonight, the mare was uncertain. All she knew with any degree of certainty right now was that she would have preferred just this once to have her obnoxious big brother ('big' here meaning larger, not older, because neither of them knew for certain who was the eldest) around to chase away unwanted visitors.

The pale buckskin was torn from her reverie by the sound of another equine calling out in the heavy dusk air. The mare's head whipped upright in a flash, ears pricked toward the origin of the sound. What is a mare doing summoning strangers to her at dusk? Morwenna pondered inwardly, her ears flicking back in uncertainty. There was no way of using logic to determine whether or not it would be safe to approach in this situation, a fact that annoyed her endlessly. Not having enough information to draw an informed hypothesis was always a nuisance, especially when it meant that she'd now be trekking toward the mare that had made the call so as to investigate.

Sighing heavily, Morwenna moved forward in the direction the call seemed to have come from, waiting some minutes before returning the call with a low, unenthusiastic response of her own. Morwenna was hardly one for being overly-exuberant even at the best of times and right now, the day's searches had left her fatigued and not feeling particularly sociable. But there was no way of knowing who was on the other end of that call, so she needed to go and find out. It was not long before she could discern the individual's frame standing out against the remaining light from the fleeing sun. Halting a safe distance away, Morwenna regarded the mare silently, looking for some indicator that this mare might be the heir. What those indicators were, Morwenna didn't know. She just always hoped they would be as striking as a neon sign flashing in her face. Otherwise there was no telling if she'd ever find the alleged heir.

"Do you require assistance, or was there another motive behind your summons?" She inquired bluntly, one ear cocked towards the mare, the other flicked back alertly. Morwenna was not one who was fast to trust and this mare would be no exception.
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