i'm not afraid of god, i am afraid of man
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Post by JUNI! on Mar 17, 2024 13:43:02 GMT -7
f r i g g a
into the forest i will go to lose my mind & find my soul there was something ... endearing, almost, in the way that frigga appreciated these lands as if they were her home. kular valley was the one place she felt safe, though she'd taken some time to get to know other portions of the freelands before deciding to stay in one spot. here, there was so much going on it seemed, and she wondered what that would mean for her future in finding a more permanent place to settle down. still, she was comforted by the lack of looks as she passed by. frigga had never felt normal in the presence of others, and now? she couldn't complain. no one horse here was truly alike another, she noted. that morning, frigga woke with a long stretch and a smile that was a mile wide lingering on her pink kissers. through the valley, the steely painted mare traipsed, her pace slow with large strides. being big had it's advantages and covering more ground in a day was one of her favorites. frigga had no idea what she wanted to do with her day; it had been long enough now that the time was coming to settle on a residence. would she venture into the light lands, or head toward the neutrals? the only thing she was sure of was that there would be no entertaining the darks. to not ruin her day, frigga pushed the thought aside and refocused back on the task at hand: which was ... the mare's attention was pulled from the mountainside as a figure crossed her peripherals. coming to a stop, frigga nickered toward the other horse, head tilting to the side. "care to join me?" she called, a small thrill rising in her throat. it was the first time she had sought conversation in another so freely, especially of someone she didn't know in the slightest.
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