Pollen leapfrogged from the field to the forest and finally, to the river in her explorations. She had no rhyme or reason for bypassing the meadow awash with flowers and all manner of creatures from ants to mice to birds to horses. The little half-grown palomino was just kind of following the wind as it blew, and the scent of water which made her throat ache terribly. Hence why the river seemed like such a good idea!
She could slake her thirst and cool her hot sunny skin all at once. The bees though, that buzzed around her face, flying in and out of the honeycombed parts of her hair, were not all that thrilled by that idea. They seemed to have a natural aversion to water and she respected that as much as she could, taking great care to avoid total immersion no matter how much it appealed to her.
The yearling didn’t want to risk losing the bees that have been with her since she was months old. Their buzzing was a constant in the background and their microscopic feet tickled the areas of sensitive skin whenever they alighted there, making her laugh. She must have looked a sight! Honey dribbling down her neck and flanks, bees crawling all over her mane and tail… and if that wasn’t enough, purple asters had begun to bloom in her hair.
That was thanks to the weird dust storm that had just occurred which had left a shimmery residue all over her. One more reason to go rinse off in the river as best as she could! So smiling, like she always does because Pollen has little concept of what a bad mood is, plods along at a happy slow walk. Clearly she is in no rush despite this being a place she’s never visited before.
Her ears tip forward at the sound of the river as it manages to drown out most of the noise the bees swarming around her head make. Pollen’s smile broadens into a cheerful grin as she gives a little buck for good measure and surges forward out of her walk into a canter. She’s eager to dip her legs in all that cool glimmering blueness and of course that’s just what she does with a grand dramatic sigh that’s really just a small exhale of contentment.
Pollen’s gaze follows the sun-sparkles on the top of the currents, watching how they bounce and dip between the small swells. This eventually lulls her into a nap, and she stands there, about hock-deep in the river, snoozing.
@[savage] mwah!