Her body is wheat dotted and splashed with ivory, her eyes a crystalline pool swirling with flecks of gold. She holds the confident stance of the desert horse and the proud bodice of long-standing lines in speed. Her body is built for the running she loves, she is a lean machine. Often she forces her legs to eat up the ground beneath her, unlikely was she to break a sweat or stop gasping for air. Her mind raced with her next destination.
fuck it. She was just going to run.
Her journey brought the pale doe to the field, emerald grasses reaching to lightly brush her undercarriage. She stands with her head to the autumn sun, blue orbs sliding shut to revel in the star's warmth. She is bathed momentarily in a wash of light, what little cream color she had bleached white by the sheer intensity of the glow.
Her pale lips pull into a soft smile, a sigh escaping her throat. Autumn truly was a wonderful time, the earth shifted into a beautiful array of oranges, reds, and soft golden tones that blanketed the earth lovingly. The air was no longer unbearably hot or too bone-shakingly cold. It was simply just right.
She decides quickly to stay in the meadow for a bit of time. Not long, just a few days possibly. It was such a lovely place to Faible. The grass was still green (despite the season) the air smelled of honey and pine, and the sun never seemed to be glossed over with clouds. The land she stood upon seemed permanently frozen in the good times. She could certainly dig that.
(( @[Zephyr] ))