Maybe, Just Maybe (open)

[seelestudio]

_{The devil popped around today
Sellin' promises and potions
That could
Take a memory away
Help forget I'd ever met you}

How long had it been since she had thought of her family. So long, the instant she had found her love, or rather he found her, all thoughts of her pathetic loathing family had flown from her mind. But now, since he had left her, maybe it was time to find them again? Maybe, it wasn't a thought that she wanted to go through with, besides they hated her.

Maybe she didn't have to find her immediate family, she had heard that her eldest sister had a foal before she was born. After a bit of searching she learned that foal might live in the bayou, and yet again she wondered if she really wanted to go. The foal, or most likely stallion now, wouldn't even know about her, and what if he was just as hateful as his mother.

Eventually Aeroth gave up the fight and went to the Bastein Bayou. It was an interesting place, it held all the beauty of a forest but things were off about it. Like the stench of rot and how the water tried to suck you down. Oath decided to stay near the edge and on drier ground, there was no mistaking that the place held danger and she didn't feel like alerting anything to her presence.

_{Tell me
Can't you please
Kindly take away the misery?
Give me
A baker's dozen please
Wrap me up to go away - Potions (Deliverance Mix) by Puscifer}

OOC: Meh

[Hud]

"Oh say, can you see my eyes? If you

can, then my hair's too short!"

Devereaux's day had been like any other until he spotted the unfamiliar mare in the distance.

The swamps were clear and green this time of year, though admittedly a little barer than usual. The heat of summer was getting to the cypresses and the moss was less prevalent than normal. Ordinarily, horses that were unfamiliar with the terrain would have more issue finding their way around the bayou and navigating through mud and muck. As the sun's rays beat down on the ground, Devereaux looked down at his hooves to find them unusually visible. Normally the mud in this area almost completely submerged his hooves. Not today. He stood tall and strong above the land today, looking back up to see her.

She was a pinkish white color, quite pretty indeed. A child of nature, Devereaux always saw beauty in others, be they lovely mares like this one or decrepit old coots like his father. Dev threw his head high with a whinny of greeting as he picked up his hooves and started toward her. Between them ran a small creek that resisted the sun and remained muddy and wet this afternoon. As the stallion's muscles propelled him toward the newcomer, Dev could feel the dry mud on his legs and haunches cracking in response to the sudden burst of motion. Devereaux's ears pricked forward.

"G'aftuhnoon shah," Dev greeted in his garbled, Bastein-infused tongue. "See yah found yuh way to da mos' beautiful place in da homeland!" He always tried to make himself seem as welcoming as possible to newcomers. The stallion stopped just before reaching her and lifted his head to a nearby branch, pulling off some of the hanging moss. He flipped his russet, curled tail around his barrel as he approached her. Dev lowered the moss before the mare and took a step back from it with a smile.

OOC: SO SORRY I FORGOT ALL ABOUT THIS.