03-16-2017, 07:34 PM
Alivia
got a chick i call her lola, she feel like the ocean
The blue mare moves between the tall tress with ever watching blue eyes. The length of her mane tangles wildly in the chilled air of early spring as she cares not for the beautification of herself. The star spotted neck is tight and curled as she steps in long strides to cover ground so she may meet with the rulers, her godmother Reagan. Liv had been a naughty girl and not been as lively as she thinks they have hoped. Instead she spent her days walking the forest and traveling to the other lands.The indigo woman moves within her home now, watching as she passes new faces, her eyes scrutinizing callously but Liv was a guarded soul, observing opposed talking. Here and there are a few splinters of fresh grass and moss that she plucked at with tapered lips. Liv does does not bother to talk with he first horses that she see nor the second. Instead she waits and watches for a familiar face.
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