10-19-2016, 06:34 PM
The night had been cold, and morning found her spirits in poor repair. But for early autumn the amber sunlight was still strong enough to feel warm, and slowly her mood improved. Pumpkin Spice was social by nature, and isolation caused her some small distress. Her time in this strange land had been short, and thus far disappointing. But she was determined to make the best of her fortunes, because obviously one had to make the best of what was given. At least this day promised to be a calm one.
The area around her was grassland, with a few trees and shrubs sporting their fall colours dotting the landscape. The flaxen chestnut mare found herself beside a bush with leaves beginning to turn orange. The bush was a large one, making Spice feel small in comparison - rarely had she every felt large compared to anyone she met. She left the bush, determined to find one more her size.
Here and there Spice came across the scent of other horses, though the scent was relatively stale. On occasion someone could be heard, but never was there a horse to be seen to match the voice. Her flaxen made was thick, and on multiple occasions she had to toss her head to remove it from her vision. One one such occasion she thought she spotted a figure at a distance, but upon closer inspection there was no one. A disappointed sigh came from her and the pony settled in to graze. This land seemed sparsely populated. It would be difficult to make friends if she could find no one to talk to.
OOC: Sorry for the short post, still trying to feel her out. lol. Plus I haven't RP'd in years! :O
The area around her was grassland, with a few trees and shrubs sporting their fall colours dotting the landscape. The flaxen chestnut mare found herself beside a bush with leaves beginning to turn orange. The bush was a large one, making Spice feel small in comparison - rarely had she every felt large compared to anyone she met. She left the bush, determined to find one more her size.
Here and there Spice came across the scent of other horses, though the scent was relatively stale. On occasion someone could be heard, but never was there a horse to be seen to match the voice. Her flaxen made was thick, and on multiple occasions she had to toss her head to remove it from her vision. One one such occasion she thought she spotted a figure at a distance, but upon closer inspection there was no one. A disappointed sigh came from her and the pony settled in to graze. This land seemed sparsely populated. It would be difficult to make friends if she could find no one to talk to.
OOC: Sorry for the short post, still trying to feel her out. lol. Plus I haven't RP'd in years! :O