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01-03-2014, 05:17 PM
Thistles tug at her coat, and her mind is clogged with a constant roll of thoughts and doubts. With a swift glance, she takes in the landscape, which is slowly being drowned by a slight rain fall. The rain falls on her back, and runs down the sides of her barrel. Her locks start to become soaked, droplets from her forelock annoyingly fall into her blue rimmed, brown swamps. With an agitated sigh, she quickly flicks her head to the side, letting her lengthy forelock slip behind her right ear. Satisfied, she walks on, a smug smile playing on her lips. Abishia likes the rain, how it falls and renews the land, washing away sins, old soil, and memories. The stream to her right is raging with the constant rain fall, slowly swelling and creepy up onto the rocks that are on the narrow shore. Walking over a slight rise, she spots a being with antlers and another hornless like herself. Deciding to approach them, she starts to jog. Her long pillars working to move her lean bodice throughout the many tall weeds, dying thistles, and wilting grasses. Within a few moments, she is about five horse lengths away when she calls out.
" Greetings! I am Abishia! You are?"
Her voice is soft, like down feathers. It calls out to the two as she stands at a respectful distance. Her swaps are bright with happiness, and a kind, sincere smile plays on her kissers. She protrays a kind, innocent girl, but no one knows the girl that lies inside.
@[Feuille] @[Agrona]
" Greetings! I am Abishia! You are?"
Her voice is soft, like down feathers. It calls out to the two as she stands at a respectful distance. Her swaps are bright with happiness, and a kind, sincere smile plays on her kissers. She protrays a kind, innocent girl, but no one knows the girl that lies inside.
@[Feuille] @[Agrona]
