Narnian Lullaby (open/royals)

[nala]

The silver, cream mare floated down the last of the hill into Larel Valley as if moving on a cloud. Her coat was accentuated by the crisp white, wintry snow that clung to branches and foliage everywhere. As she came to a more level piece of the wood, her hooves paused in their motion and she gazed around the area with calculating eyes. Her ears twitched as she picked up the faint sounds of the winds humming.

Today it sounded as if trouble was brewing. Brown eyes illuminated the delicate face of the mare as she took in the harmonics of the mountains. She knew what was coming. She'd known since she was young that the black prince was of the power she lusted for. Soon his power would detonate, and Galadriel knew she would be there to taste it. She had a plan, and she was just about to execute its beginning, stepping out from the foliage towards the bubbling stream in the middle of the valley.

ooc: Zis is her. xD I LOVE IT.

[Notes]

Marcalie

As soon as the year had come, it was gone again with another on it;s way. Marcalie had never liked the snow very much. It covered the mud of the swamps if it got too cold. And it changed -- one day, it would be white and the next brown from all the horses traveling northward, bringing with them their dirt.

It was unlike the mare to be traveling so up north. After all, she had a home. A home in the majestic great woods. She wasn't in her right mind when she decided to start walking towards the cold. But she couldn't complain about when the falling snow danced around the ground. The mare often expected them to get up one day in the shape of foals and fly away to the place where they came from -- the heavens.

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It was cold. Colder than the woods. It was quiet. Perfectly quiet.

Putting her head down, she saw hoofprints in the newly fallen snow ahead of her. With her curious self, she followed them. The mare stepped in the already placed footprints of the horse she was following. Ahead a figurre appeared -- the barely visible image of a horse whose coat was almost as light as the snow.

"Hello? She wasn't sure if the horse in the distance could hear her or not but she called anyway.

[nala]

Before Galadriel could reach point B of her destination, another presence interrupted her. She didn't look back, instead taking her time to slowly stop her jog and stand still in the middle of the snow drifted valley. She was too far away for the other being to notice the small movement of her ears flicked back towards the stranger. Then, a light flick of her long silver tail sent more flurries of snow into the air. She tried causing as much of a cloud as she could before she turned and walked through it towards where the presence had come from.

She did not speak only searched, with large brown eyes. It didn't take long for her to spot the largely framed black equine before a background of white trees. Then the light sound of a feminine voice reached her ears. A friendly yet questioning greeting that was meant for two ears and two ears alone. Hers.

She waited, seeing what the opposite mare would do before approaching herself. Are you of royal blood? Came her eloquent voice. One couldn't be too careful, she had his color at least.

[Notes]

Marcalie

The mare had never thought much of her bloodlines. She didn't enjoy thinking of her past. If she did, it was mostly about her mother and it wasn't always a nice thought.

Walking a bit closer to the mare ahead, partly covered with snow. Even if she was of royal blood, her father would have to be a monarchist. Her mother was just a lurker, not caring much about the monarchy or the rebels. She just had her own little world, isolated from others.

She had never met her father and from the things that her mother said about him, Marcalie wouldn't care to meet him.

The black mare shrugged slightly as she continued to walk until she was a few steps away from the palomino. I wouldn't know but my mother wasn't a monarchist if that's what your asking. The mare must have been a very loyal monarchist if she asked that to anyone who wanted to start a conversation with her.

Marcalie had her smile on her slightly scarred face as she looked at the mare, awaiting for her to say something.

[nala]

Her interest never faded when it came to conversation and other equines. Usually Galadriel had no one to talk to. She was always alone without her mother; the wind was the only thing to entertain her. Still her disposition changed as she received her answer. She was more relaxed in her speaking. There was no plan to this conversation.

My name is Galadriel. It's nice to meet you. She returned the smile although hers was less forthcoming. She hid behind her mystery and feed off of her allure. An eye twinkle accompanied her stop, as she came close enough to smell the mare. There were scars on her body, scars that caused a slight fear in the palomino mare. She wondered where they had come from.

[Notes]

Marcalie

The air around the two seemed to stand still. It was still cold but at least there wasn't much wind anymore that would seem to crawl underneath her fur, freezing her further. Galadriel. That's a pretty name. The mare smiled at the isabella and started looking around at the mare's and her surroundings. It was winter and the snow was as heavy as it can get in the north.

Though she was a draft and her winter coat made her look like a silly puff ball, she was never used to this type of cold. Perhaps that was the reason that she had never dared to travel any more north than her home, the Gravil.

The mare stared at the much paler one. She was a warmblood, without the coat that Marcalie felt was fit to live in this cold. So, Galadriel, what would you be doing here?