The threshold seemed rather empty to the sharp blue mare it was if even her hoof steps were echoed resounding off of old bark. To the trees which it belong had seen much in their time some went up to dancing height and their bottoms twisted. Some weren’t as lucky as the elder trees those unfortunate lay fallen on the main travelled path blocking it and played part as a nuisance. This also didn’t help on top a ground laden with snow and a fog blocking vision to a degree. The fallen woods were easy enough to get around for the most part, but some were extremely annoying; you had to jump over the blasted things. This the mare didn’t protest to, however it indeed was a tricky task especially with lacking light. Once or twice the lady scraped a leg with it being cold the scraps stung all the more, this still was not enough to deter the lady determined to find another soul. She hated the feeling of emptiness in a place the mare needed a good old laugh with someone to make things seem brighter than they were. This girl had been a kind heart such a heart required another to share it with; otherwise what would be the point to being kind if no one received kindness.
Naveen got what she wanted when a handsome featured stallion of a wonderful chestnut color approached, however the lady felt uncomfortable at the way this stallion looked her over. His gait had cockiness in it as well this put the mare off, yet she just smiled at him there was something alluring about him. The stallion’s body was well muscled in tone and thick like a tank his height was also slightly taller than her. His maws bearing a grin made the blue lady just keep smiling on. Naveen’s worry though was put to rest when the raspy voice stud addressed her in a polite and kind manner getting in response from her a bow in return “Thank you sir my name is Naveen and I can tell you’re a soldier by the way you carry yourself even the tone of your voice leads me to believe so. My I ask of your company to escort me to your home I want to serve spiritual needs does your herd require them?” Her smile never left it was warm and inviting


occ: hope you like it still getting use to this mare I adopted her