#brightwindsbarony

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Nessa is feeling a wee bit ..odd... they TOLD her about the courts, Seelie and Un...but berfore it was easy. Honor is important, Beauty is life, love conquers all... all that jazz. But... more and more some it feels ...well perhaps childlish, or stupid?

Treading a little too close to one side of a hallway, a colorful wall hanging catches one of her hooves and makes her stumble. She shakes her leg free, irritated, and wonders why she's inside at all, when the trails and open dunes are just past the doors?

Indeed and... coming in through those doors, the twins, Byrndan and Brynn

Brynn shakes his head "Disgusting.. the way you use Samhain"

"My house believes in honoring the dead" He says "And what better way to do that than affirm life?" His twin smiles "Besides, unseelie women are less ...restrained"{

A roll of the Gwydion's eyes at that

Nessa pauses. She's supposed to bow to them, but it seems a dumb requirement now. She hesitates, then moves to continue past them, towards the doors out.

"How goes , Nessa? " Brynn asks

Her brow furrows a bit. She looks a bit uncomfortable. "Just heading out for a run."

"Do you want an escort?" Byrndan asks

"Do I need a keeper?" She asks, uncharacteristically snappish. "Am I a nobleman's horse to be bridled and reined?"

"Someone's in a mood" The Dairrean observes

"Obviously not, " Brynn "The question was if wanted one... not a demand. "

She tosses her head, hair/mane flipping a bit into the air. "I do not."

The Daireann does something he likes and flashes a wicked smile "Well, Sass looks good on you. Have a good walk"

A small, shy smile - still not used to complements - but the door is before her, and out she goes!

And it's an open path, open, free, a breeze blowing her hair she feels a wildness risinng

A joyful laugh, and she dashes down the trail... and then, off the trail.

Her kith, perhaps even more than satyrs, are built to run! She pounds hooves almost flying. Something in her stirs with a kind of ephany. She's NOT human, not fully, so oh so proper 'civilized' behavior , she realized, isn't so needful.

So she can run full tilt, or bellow, or drinnk frrom a clear steam

Satyr certainly win for stamina, if there was a mountain to climb, they would leave her in the dust. But she can run, and out here, she only competes against herself, Stripping off her jacket and cloak, she lets them fall to the path to collect later. Or perhaps not. The sun is bright on her skin as she heads to the stream.

She makes good speed and soon is at the stream. She starts to bend to get a drinnk, but this part of the stream is big enough she could plunge up to waist level if she wanted

She'd get wet, and her outfit is rather thin... a hesitation, but then she shakes it off. Who is here to see? And why should she care! Nessa splashes in, letting the cool water splash over her, and even kneeling to let it flow through her hair, loosening the braids that small and clever hands had worked in with purple ribbon.

Indeed! she's not doing tthis for anyone else! If she wants to splash about because it feels good (And it does),she will. If she wants to appeal to a mate, she will andd only IF... this is water and air, natural and pleasant