[open] Any, Sidlet pony

[Alyse]

A girl strode into the medow, violet mane resting on her crest. Her bay spotted pelt ripling with flexed muscles. She tossed her hair, then broke into a lope. She was free, wild and nobody cared. Sure, Alyse wasn't as young as she once had been, but there was plenty of youth in her. Flint's hitting the earth for only a moment at a time, she then slowed as she approached a horse.

She smiled warmly, her eyes showing the youth inside, while her body betrayed her 7 years. "I'm Alyse, Aly for short."

(ooc: New pony, bear with me.)