03-29-2016, 08:55 PM
i was born in the arms of imaginary friends,
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.
free to roam; made a home out of everywhere i've been.
The small palomino was shifting to that of a palomino dandelion fluff. The girl had not yet truly experienced winter but so far so good! The snow provided endless hours of play (and after being left in the den for God knows what!) Maribel has adapted to entertaining herself quite well. As you can see, just look over your right shoulder, you'll see her currently trying to make a snow angel...I emphasize trying.
Lately though, Maribel had been experimenting with her color changing abilities. One moment she would be a vivid purple, at other times she would change to the purest white to hide amongst the fresh snow then suddenly leap out and startled the creatures who did not hibernate in the Tundra. And at this very moment, she decided to shift her coat to that of a blazing sunset. The tips of her ears a gray blue as her head is that if a deep red followed by a lush orange, a lemony yellow, to a whipped chiffon till her hooves were an almost blinding white (but currently the snow hid that). But as the pale blue eyes looked over the winder capped land she realized that she was a bit lonely...well a bit more than lonely but she didn't really know the difference. The filly decided to call out to see if anyone was out there. With all her strength and a super puffed out chest she lets out the strongest, mightiest, most serious -squeak- ever...
With a small shrug of her shoulders she figures it's better than nothing and the child waits for a reply, any reply.
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