-- wanderer [open]

AVONMORA.

The beautiful being seemed out of place in an environment that was wasting away around her. She wore a facade that portrayed disgust as her pale blue eyes set their gaze upon her surroundings. Her silver daggers slipped and slid upon the partially frozen substance that covered the ground, much to her dismay. She disliked the mixture that was being created from the melting ice and the mud, that which greatly desired to cling to her pretty coat to dull and dirty her. Her long copper tassels cascaded behind her, leaving a trail in her wake that was carved from it’s mass, despite how she tried to keep it lifted and out of the muck. Avonmora could appreciate the natural allure that different scenery’s held, even if they were unusual or had less than outstanding characteristics… But there was something about this place that was leaving a horrid taste within her mouth, and she was unsure as to why. Perhaps it was that there was little that provided life around her, and that too resulted in her feeling rather drained, as if the longer she spent here, the more tired she felt. Or perhaps this exhaustion was simply due from her journey to actually reach this place, what with the fact that she was completely new to this kingdom at all. 

She was a rather odd being, although certainly not the oddest that she herself had encountered before. Some mare's had dubbed her to be just wretchedly ugly, considering she lacked a long flowing mane that was crucial to be part of what others decided was a show of beauty. But she was pretty, in her own sense, and if others did not believe her to be, then she would charm them to believe that she was more than her exterior offered. Nevertheless, she had made due with the bodice that she had been offered, flaunting the slenderness that she held for the most part within her Dutch Warmblood lines, although having the curves in all the right places. She was a deep copper tone that was decorated with pale blue and greens, that which reflected a sky that displayed the aurora borealis. It was rather suiting that she sported this upon her frame, considering that she was quite a bit of a gypsy soul, and the northern lights represented a part of nature that was in itself wild and fantastical. Mayhap that was the reason why she felt so out of place here, for indeed her surroundings offered little in terms of anything spectacular, and she herself was a being that was far from all that was normal.

She hoped that there was more to this new place than it's exterior had to offer, considering that she very much felt the same when reflecting upon herself. She was willing to give it a chance, however, for perhaps another soul would approach her and show her just how worthy this place truly was of her time and dedication. Those ice blue chasms gazed across her environment as she tried to find another being who was gracing this place with their company. When she did not immediately fall upon the sights of another, a rather demanding nicker exited her maw, summoning those who may dare traverse this plain place to provide her attention. 


-- opem