11-02-2017, 08:27 PM
She turns her head to face the painted stallion like she has been woken from a trance. The winter has chilled her bones skin with unbiased molestation. Elk stands like a ruddy smudge against a bleak palette of grey and white winter frosting.
Small plumes curl like a dragon's steam from her nostrils as she studies the stallion with moving hazel eyes. The gold-green pools want to decipher the words just beyond the tip of his tongue as she finds it curious to be found by the handsome creature on such a bleak day.
'It's cold." The words are enclosed by a small frost of frosted air as she looks away, the wind striking up and tossing small snowflakes across her bay hide. She shivers as she stands collecting a small snow drift on her back for only a moment before the ice melts against her hide, dampening and darkening it. "And you?" She asks with an eye turning to look upon him. The world was nearly silent around them except for the small pitter-patter of accumulating snowfall at their hooves.
((so i messed up bad and forgot her color! thankfully kristin reminded me so elk is actually just a pretty bay girl
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