10-16-2016, 07:18 PM
She finds them everywhere; Beqanna seems over populated with palominos.
Looking for them as she wanders has become second nature, but so has looking away, because they are never exactly who she wants to find. This time though, the golden hide and silver hair that catches her eye keeps it, and it is not because he is Walter. No, this is a different stallion, with eyes as sharp as the frozen sea and a physique to match.
Though she lives in a world of women - and finds them perfectly appealing - there is no denying that she has been rather lacking in male company of late.
Her own hide is the same sea-green as her eyes on this autumn afternoon, and the long mane and tail that lift in the wind are the soft grey of the granite sand of Nerine. She's still herself otherwise, sleek and small, with features so refined as to seem porcelain - utterly exquisite.
"Did I dream you into existence?" she asks with a coy smile as she approaches, "Or did I just get lucky?"
Looking for them as she wanders has become second nature, but so has looking away, because they are never exactly who she wants to find. This time though, the golden hide and silver hair that catches her eye keeps it, and it is not because he is Walter. No, this is a different stallion, with eyes as sharp as the frozen sea and a physique to match.
Though she lives in a world of women - and finds them perfectly appealing - there is no denying that she has been rather lacking in male company of late.
Her own hide is the same sea-green as her eyes on this autumn afternoon, and the long mane and tail that lift in the wind are the soft grey of the granite sand of Nerine. She's still herself otherwise, sleek and small, with features so refined as to seem porcelain - utterly exquisite.
"Did I dream you into existence?" she asks with a coy smile as she approaches, "Or did I just get lucky?"
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster