It was a short walk from the Gates to the Meadow, well, it should have been a short walk there. Not this year, not for the last two years. She was again pregnant, not that being with foal was terrible. However, it made navigating through snow drifts quite the task.
Wichita was all of 14.3 hands, her frame was what some might consider small or petite. Pony like even, if you were to take consensus. Still though, it might be hard to lose her dark form against the blinding white of the frozen landscape. Her coat had come in thick and coarse, a shaggy unbecoming thing that she did not care for. Parted from its life saving warmth, she might think differently. Her milk chocolate eyes were adorned with gold Egyptian cat eye markings, giving an exotic look to the otherwise southern belle. A contradiction to her honeyed southern drawl.
Tiny ice crystals drift peacefully down from the sky, covering the world in their white cloak. The silver dapple mare wasn’t sure why she had decided to brave the chilled terrain. Perhaps she was bored, or lonely, or both. As of late Tioga, her eldest, had lost interest in ‘hanging with mom.’ Her friend Fiasko, though she tried, had her hands full with the twins, on top of running a kingdom. Voudou had been taken to the Chamber, stolen by a large bay brute called ‘Killdare.’ Mast and Jason both were away on diplomatic meetings. Reuen was, well, Reuen was a dear friend as well, but the girl wasn’t for much in the conversation department. Not that Wichita held it against the girl, she was mentally broken. Rapscallion, he was, well, she didn’t know what he was but she did one hell of a job distancing herself from him once they returned from their own kingdom visits.
Winter was a poor choice to seek new friendships perhaps, but she wasn’t known for making good choices. No, mostly she was considered a pushover, a weakling. Or so she thought she was perceived as much, it was something she was desperately trying to work on. Wichita perks up, noticing a very small group of mares, two to be exact. One is rather small, like herself, though she is twice as large around. The other was a giant red roan, and they were both pregnant. She had seen enough pregnant women in her lifetime to know for sure, to know without asking.
She approaches somewhat cautiously, though not as careful as she could be. ”Mind if I join yall?” She asks hopefully, being polite enough to invite approval first.
sorry for this poo..visitors come to sit with us and listen at work...tried to squeeze something out for yall before they come to my console. Also is the white writing hard to see on here? looks fine on work comp and phone but g-mas computer it was terribly hard to see D: