01-04-2016, 09:54 AM
baby, you were born to sparkle
Lobes prick to catch the drift of words passed between to equines. Sequined frame moving to seek this place called the forest. The young mare did not have home but she had resided with the Amazons for the passed two years. They had been kind, almost accepting but they knew of her plans and of her debt owed to Prague to stay with them in gratitude (more so of exchange) of the brilliant coat.
The sequined woman moved like a million tiny diamonds. Her form grabbing bits of sunlight as it breaks through the dapple of the leaves above. Her form had grown, matured and become a woman. It was strong and hardened by the jungle but feminine and sift to the touch despite looking like bits of broken diamonds. Dark pools look for other faces. Lips remain sealed for the moment as she continues her drifting pace. This really was her first time outside the jungle and so far ir was pleasing. Lithe frame nears a small stream and she drops the delicate skull to sip the cool waters. Thankfully spring was upon Beqanna and the peeking sunrays warmed young woman.
imogin