the dainty lady danced forth, her petite formation barely indenting the harsh summer baked land beneath her feet. the little storm hued damsel was built much like an arabian, due to the influance that ravaged her mustang heritage. flutes twittered nervously, for that was the way she was. in her five years she had yet to learn life didnt always through you curves, there fore she was jumpy on the bat. this new land frightened her, and she knew not why, just that it was new, different. she didnt like change, she liked steady stable affection. but she knew she would not recive such at her coming to these lands, head bobbles lowly, as to signal that she should not prove to be a threat in the battle for the matriarch position, as it was of no interest to her. thorns flutter to and fro atop the petite tiara of arabian deity in order to partake in all the surrounding strains within the atmosphere. lowered mahogany views searched for her lord in earnest as he strode calmly forth into this new terrain she would call home.
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titled : music note parchment : pale storm stanzas : five heritage : arabic mustang captive of : no one mother of : no one friend of : no one