| Entrada |

[azalle]

| Pillars carried the femmes frame at a lofty thrice beat daggers falling upon the terrain in rythmic beats daggers leaving tatoos of their previous origin |

| Nares flared to the unfamiliar aroma of the terrain she was to call home, placid earth toned pools ran across the landscape as crown was tossed to the atmos ridding the darken tresses so vision was left less clouded |

| Chain rose and fell in the zephyr touching upon her hocks a regal sight as tassles were freed as nape arched the breeze carressing her glossamer steel frame |

[ricochet]

"I am glad to see that you have decided to come and join me, my queen. I do not know what other horse would have been able to take the place that you have."

Ricochet's figure came silently from behind a turn. He was joyous and happy, as well as pleased that the mare had accepted his offer.

"I hope that the terrain is to your liking, my dear." he added cooly, walking up to her. His hooves clicked each ime one would hit the ground. His muzzle touched her shoulder, black on grey.

[azalle]

| Dial was dipped as hide shuddered slightly beneath his touch, for it was new to her |

| Ivories snap playfully at his tresses, Smirk overtook the femmes refined features, Audits tipping back in a flickas nature reminding him that she was not a light |

| She wanted to meet the other of the terrain that she had head calling as pools search the terrain |