``into the open air [open]

[Mallory]

Morrigan was a young, wee little thing, but she was not dumb. Maybe a little naïve, due to her lack of life experiences, but certainly far from ignorant and lacking any common sense. She knew what grounds where safe to explore without fearing for her life or honor, and what grounds she ought to stay very far away from. This is what led her to the river, Voldea as she had heard it called from the random passerby she had come across in her adventures. It was a slow paced river, but the banks and surrounding area were wide and open. It was a very relaxing atmosphere, which made Morrigan feel relieved. She could take some time to rest without worrying about her safety, finally.

She hadn’t been around many other horses since the death of her own parents. Her father, a worn and battle scarred stallion, had died before her mother – had given his life in one great finally battle to protect her mother and her. The two females didn’t stray far from the final resting ground of her father, however. Her mother found his body and mourned. Her mother mourned so greatly she eventually fell ill out of heartbreak and succumbed to death, too. Morrigan knew it was just the way life was, but still mourned for the loss of her parents. Since then, she had wandered on her own; exploring the world she had yet to see. It was tiresome, though.

The red dun mare, petite in stature and height, picked her way towards the slow paced river. Dropping her dark red muzzle to the water, she drank her fill before her deep brown eyes double checked the terrain around her. It was quiet here, though there was a peaceful atmosphere that eliminated any tension that could form. The little mare could feel the tense drain out of her, as if it was being swept away with the river. The silence was nice, for a while, but eventually Morrigan grew tired of it. All she wanted was a little fun, maybe an adventure or meeting a new face...Was that too much to ask for?

status: Complete
notes: n/a
"Morrigan speech!" Morrigan thoughts!

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[penguin]

The day was dry and the sky was a clear blue canvas, but the temperature was not as high as the stallion would have liked. The exposed land by the lake he'd yet to visit did not shield him from the wind, and the cool gusts brought the temperature down by a fair few degrees. Not that he minded. His heavy frame meant that he didn't really feel the frigid temperatures like some of the dainty hotbloods that pranced along the desert edges in the winter for a chance of survive. No, this stallion would just prefer the golden, warm-looking sun to be less deceitful. His notions regarding the kinetic energy of the air soon grew to be a source of apathy to the young lad, and as such his contemplations moved on to the musical river that passed by him at a diagonal. Approaching it, the male was aware of the texture changing beneath his hooves as he made the unfamiliar journey from the grassy plains that spread far and wide to a rocky, less sturdy flooring that led to a few clear pools of water before the slow moving liquid suddenly widened. So this was the river. The blue substance looked tempting and unable to resist the ache in his parched throat, the stud lowered his muzzle to the liquid to drink deeply. The icy waters refreshed him, his energy replenished. Fraser had trekked here from the midlands, where he was part of a herd in Bastein Bayou. As happy as he was there, he needed to get some time away from there to look around at the other places in the land. Maybe he could find someone who would want to come back with him. He doubted Armand would mind having a bigger herd, or his son for that matter, especially if it was a mare that came back with him. Not that he would force a mare to follow him back. That was not in his nature. Only if an equine was homeless or unhappy with where they were living would he suggest moving to the swamp lands. They were dangerous.

The bay roan had not been lapping up the water for long when a figure caught his attention from just the corner of his brown eyes. Lifting his head away from the large stream, a few droplets running down the side of his muzzle in a bid to reunite with the drinking source, the stallion let his attention focus on the unknown creature. It was upwind from him, and consequently the stanger's scent wafted towards him. This allowed Fraser to identify the equine as a mare. His ears flickered slightly in apprehension. He had not been alone with a mare for a while. Standing at 16 hands high, most mares seemed to shy away from him because of his build. They took one judgemental look at him and decided that he was a piece of dirt on their hooves, a rapist or some manipulative brute that would bring them nothing but misery. But he wasn't like that. He was respectful of mares and had no qualms with them. This was what upset him so. They were judgemental because of the mere sex he was. Shaking out his coat to remove the irritability he felt, as though it was just a pesky fly, the gent cautiously walked towards the mare as she was taking a sip from the river. The red lass was petite, and he prayed to the higher powers that he wouldn't intimidate her. One more rejection from appearances might just push the stallion over the edge, and he prided himself on being calm and collected. Releasing a nicker when he was still several meters away, the stallion hoped to warn the mare of his arrival in a way that just said he was coming over, without seeming to be a threat. He wasn't a threat and he really didn't want to be thought of as some predator by the pretty dun. Stopping a few horse lengths away, Fraser hoped to give the femme time to adjust to his presence in case she was wary as he spoke in greeting. "Hello there. Mind if I join you?"