Snorting softly, the golden queen shook her tiara to resettle her mane before she picked up the pace and trotted through the trees. Her head was held high, eyes alight with the fire within her spirit and her lobes directed forward. She was ready to greet the day.. and as the sun reached its zenith, she could feel the warmth beating down on her back, and knew that the rays would light her pelt aflame. It was one of her pride and joys that she had such a vibrant color as palomino. Very few came out with the colors of the sun. There were many colors, but mostly more muted, or duller pastels.
She reached the softly forested trees edge and paused, staring into the depths before she entered, lifting her knees high as she found himself standing hip deep in the cloudy dust. It wasn’t refreshing, and laying her ears against her skull, Ingrid whinnied and halted, both front legs stopped hard, taking a rare moment to look around at the lush scenery. A dunk of her crown. Moments later she tossed her crown as it came back up, enjoying the warm rays the sun made as it reflected from the almost glossy leaves. Ingrid walked further into the woods until she almost wouldn't be able to turn back and be lost, but maybe that was what she needed.