Naiad's Call

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Nymph

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Soft hoof steps rang out as the small figure made it's way to the small creek. Water bubbled over the rocks, as Nymph dropped her delicate head to drink from the cool liquid. It was sweet and pure, the taste fantastic.

The young mare had always had an affinity to water. Her dam had always teased her about it; Then again, so had Nymph's father. Closing her dark eyes, the miniature was reminded of how it still hurt to think of her parents.

Shaking her head, Nymph focused on why she was here. She wanted a herd. Three years of living on her own had been tortuously monotonous, and she ached to have a family of her own.

Stepping out of the water, a nicker slipped from the pretty mare. It was sweet and high-pitched, almost a squeal; It was to lovely for that, though. It was like the cal of a Siren, but not dangerous or foreboding. Like that of a Naiad.

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Freckles

Speckled fae made her way across the land, the part of the forest she had been in was deserted, Freckles orbs carefully inspecting the land. A small bodice coming into veiw, patchwork and garnet from the distance she was at, Freckles unsure yet if it were a stallion or mare. It moved nimbly, danity hooves steady but graceful, very different from the movements of a stag. Freckles arched her neck neatly, letting a prancy gait accelerate her toward the mare, nostrils testing the air as she approached; just to be sure...

Auburn pools held the years of abuse, the torture, and the fidgetiness those people had caused made her spine quiver. "Hello there. My name is Freckles, queen of Cesto's Rocky Edge. Who are you?" Her tone was sweet and honey coated at first, turning to acid on the auds as she asked for the identity of the mare. Tassels lifted in the breeze, flipping to the opposite side, spotted vixen shaking her mass to disarray it yet again.

[Ventriloquist]

Nymph

A kind voice filled Nymph's ears. Just as she was turning to introduce herself, the soft tone turned vicious. Ears sliding back, a sudden fear spiked in the paint's barrel. She prayed that this mare was not like that stallion who had slaughtered her elderly parents.

"I-I am Nymph, Queen Freckles," Nymph replied, her nicker demure and unthreatening. Not looking at the appaloosa Miniature, as is customary of a submissive horse or pony of every breed, she did not see the pain in the eyes of the other.

Somewhat dumbly, Nymph moved closer. The sweet mare poked her trembling velvety muzzle towards the other, eyes still lowered. Her wide nostrils swelled as she took in Freckles' scent, and brushed her ebony lips across the the spotted shoulder tenatively.

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Freckles

Her unsteady and choppy voice viberated the hairs within her elegantly curved harks, Freckles softening her look, bumping her muzzle against the fae's boa. She liked that the mare gave in so easily, but she really hadn't meant to scare her so much, just show her authority. Amber pools watched her move closer, cautiously she exchanging scents with the speckled queen, a squeal creasing Freckle's spotted kissers. "Well Nymph deary, what are you doing out here all alone?" It wasn't safe out here and Freckles knew that, and this mare should too. "Come with me, and we will start a herd of just mares." She persauded, arching her crane and pawing the air impatiently.

She caught the other mare's eyes, holding them with her own for a moment, beofre her sugar coated voice flowed through the air again. "So what do you say?"

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Nymph

Lifting her dished head, Nymph eyed the mare once more. At the question why she was alone, the paint looked crestfallen, glancing back down, "I'm just alone." And it saddened her.

When Freckles voiced her wish to start on all-mare herd, Nymph's heart thudded with excitement, and it showed in her deep black eyes. They were so different, yet so similar to the spotty Miniature's, both filled with things they had seen and been through. So, in answer to the question, she had to say, "Yes."

Nymph nuzzled Freckles in a familiar way, and lipped at her mane like a foal would it's mother. She was so happy! It showed definentely in the way her tail lifted, raised like a banner and swiniging back and forth like a bullwip.

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Freckles

The mare's tone was sad and limp, Freckles knowing the pain the fae felt, speckled vixen bumping her painted crane. Nymph's depressed stated didn't stay for long, wonder and delight devouring her obsidian gems with a raging flame. Freckles smirked cunningly to the mare, "Delightful, come dear. We reside in Cesto's Rocky Edge." She informed her, arching her dainty spotted collar. Ascending into a featherlite two bait rhythm, Freckles nickered for the mare to follow, hoping to find a few more members for her mob on the way.

OOC-
Just post in Cesto's Rocky Edge, I think it would be better if you started a new thread... Or I can if u want.

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I posted in Cesto's Rocky Edge