Tivali is a striking young mare, though she isn’t very tall, coming in just under horse height, she is built stocky and thick. Her cannon bones are heavy, built to withstand long hard days of travel, the fronts bearing white up past her knees, and her hinds as deep red as a sunset. Though her neck and body are thick and well muscled, her face is dainty and dished, curtesy of her Welsh lineage, the dish seemingly more prominent due to her badger face markings. Her mane stands straight up along her neck with white and red hairs intermixed throughout, while her tail remains long and full and as deep of red as old blood. Lastly, but certainly not least, she can with the right climate, mood, and concentration, conjure a set of massive flaming wings that burn as brightly as her personality.

Tivali is feisty. There’s no other word for it, except stubborn, headstrong, a giant pain in the ass, but she prefers feisty. (And don’t you forget it) She is willing to argue about most anything, even if she knows she has nothing to base her argument on. Never looking for a fight, but always seeming to find herself in one, she is the epitome of difficult to be around. Most horses bore her, as they either avoid her and her confrontational ways, or they don’t take her seriously because of her age. She has potential to be a strong leader, someone who can be looked up to, if she makes the right choices in life, keeps to the right crowd.