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11-03-2013, 04:55 AM
Trees. Big beautiful trees. True enough, there were some rather handsome shady patches too but mostly there were trees. Everywhere. It was like a gift from the Gods. As if someone had asked her what is your favorite thing? And she had of course responded, trees! Then they just appeared before her. And maybe that did really happen because it seems just moments, heartbeats, before she had been thinking about trees when they did appear. Or rather, when she took notice.
The big buckskin rambled through the trees. Not going in any particular direction she seemed to simply amble along in contentment staring...upwards. While some might wonder why she did not focus on the world at hand, well they obviously didnt see her world. Not many did seem to understand that. Maybe it was her tendency to stare, particularly at others that seemed to cultivate an instant irritation. Or maybe it was the fact she would stare off into space as soon as soon as the topic became boring. Either way she was tall and skinny, obviously underfed, and yet oddly imposing. Too big and with all that hair? Clearly she was a little off kilter. Young as she was to be on her own she still stood taller than many stallions. Adding in the thoughtWhat proper equine let their hair just hang in their face like that? Her legs and face seemed to just drift away and not exist as they were so dark in contrast to her golden body. Yet she seemed to have an aura about her, although a little ruffled and singed looking is what her mother would have said. A little goofy and lopsided is what she herself would have said.
Coming to an abrupt stop, her big raw boned body shook and shuddered with the effort it took to remain in the stop postion. It was quite obvious that this was a body of motion. As her muscles seemed to come to a slow grinding halt she took the time to look around a little closer to her hooves this time. As lovely as the trees were and as great as a nap seemed, right over there and to the left under the tree with the low hanging branches.... Ahhh....Where was she going anyways and would they be ready for Luz?
The big buckskin rambled through the trees. Not going in any particular direction she seemed to simply amble along in contentment staring...upwards. While some might wonder why she did not focus on the world at hand, well they obviously didnt see her world. Not many did seem to understand that. Maybe it was her tendency to stare, particularly at others that seemed to cultivate an instant irritation. Or maybe it was the fact she would stare off into space as soon as soon as the topic became boring. Either way she was tall and skinny, obviously underfed, and yet oddly imposing. Too big and with all that hair? Clearly she was a little off kilter. Young as she was to be on her own she still stood taller than many stallions. Adding in the thoughtWhat proper equine let their hair just hang in their face like that? Her legs and face seemed to just drift away and not exist as they were so dark in contrast to her golden body. Yet she seemed to have an aura about her, although a little ruffled and singed looking is what her mother would have said. A little goofy and lopsided is what she herself would have said.
Coming to an abrupt stop, her big raw boned body shook and shuddered with the effort it took to remain in the stop postion. It was quite obvious that this was a body of motion. As her muscles seemed to come to a slow grinding halt she took the time to look around a little closer to her hooves this time. As lovely as the trees were and as great as a nap seemed, right over there and to the left under the tree with the low hanging branches.... Ahhh....Where was she going anyways and would they be ready for Luz?
