| Well I've been saved by the grace of southern charm, I got a mouth like a sailor and yours is more like a Hallmark card |
She smiles up at him and follows along at his side, her shorter legs making her have to take two strides to his one. Delicate hooves turned her rolling gait into a dance, dark eyes watching the red and white stallion out of their corners. The lands of Beqanna were a sight to behold, much different than Reykjavik where she had been born. The kingdom to which they belonged and through which they passed was breathtaking with it's pink sands, although it had nothing on where he took her next. The delicate but heady scent of oranges filled the air, and a deep still pool reflected the walls of the canyon. Breaking apart from him briefly, she turns in a small circle to encompass the whole view. Smiling up at the sun that beat down upon her cloud hued hide, a bubble of delighted laughter escapes her lips. This was home? It was magnificent! She would enjoy living here, especially with him. It was not often one met a true gentleman, especially nowadays. Turning back to him with a smile, she pranced over to him with her tail flagged over her back, the long white tendrils floating on a breeze soft as a baby's kiss. Bumping his broad shoulder with her dark muzzle, she spoke her feelings about her new home. This is home? It is truly beautiful! The scent of the oranges is a delight to the nose, but not so potent as to cover up any important scents. And the sun, the feeling of the sun upon my back is something I had missed greatly. My father's territory was in the mountains and had a frigid glacier at it's heart, but I have always found that I much prefer something warmer. Realizing she was babbling like a brook, she bumped his shoulder once again with her velvety black nose. Turning with another bubble of laughter, she began to frolic and play around the small meadow before them, weaving in and out of the orange trees. Every now and again she'd stop to inhale the sweet fragrance of a bloom only to be off and prancing again the next moment. |
| Mare 4 Hispano-Arabe 15.3 hands Gray (bay roan based)(Ee/Aa/Rr/Gg) Kreios, Orange Country, no young Sael |
| Well I'll keep drinkin' and you'll keep gettin' skinnier, I'm just like you, only prettier |
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