| Hidden Account |
| Mare :: Equine :: 16 HH :: 5 years ~ Birdsong Buff: NOVICE |
| Wild. |
Sand under hoof, ocean breeze running over her coat and gracefully into her nares, the memories come at a steady flow, along with a violent wave of emotion. Azarel... The sweet colt in which she had be-friended, and her joyous time here at the Blue flashed before her. Their smaller, fuzzier frames prancing along the shore, playing in the waves, their first shy conversation quickly turning into the most important of friendships, and possibly love. A smile danced across her velvets as she stared out into the ocean; forgetting all the bad things that have dropped on her shoulders lately weighing her down and making her drag her feet. No, she remembered the innocence of her short lived childhood, especially when she was here, playing with her dearest Azarel.
Gaze sweeping to take in her surroundings, she stops her head from the swinging motion as her stare meets the far left side of the beach.
Where she once met the odd Unicorn Rhiannon, and showed her the skill she had came across - drawing in the sand with a stick. Abishia's
swift moves with her strong jaw and creative mind had intrigued the racist child, and formed an unlikely, vague friendship between the two.But after they had parted, she had never seen the charcoal child again, although she did wish she could someday, and remind her of the day she mirrored her features with her unskilled drawing. Quiet laughter bubbled from the girl's mouth as she trotted over to the area, there within only six or seven strides. She quickly dropped to her knees, then side, and satisfyingly rolled herself in the soft sands, but was careful not to knock her hooves (or head) on the rocks just to the right side of her. Quickly, she regained her feet just as quick as she had cascaded off of them, her orbs dancing around the vast area, wondering what to do next. She starting at a trot, prancing toward the waves then starting at a gallop to run across the shoreline, her hooves slapping against the shallow water and spraying her with the salty liquids tainted with many odd scents. Now that Birdsong was encroaching on the chilly winds of winter, it was easier for her to play in the water without getting too unbearably cold. She stopped, then turned on heel, taking off in the direction she came. After a few moments, she was back to where she started. Laughter bubbled from her as she whipped her head back and forth, even wondering to herself exactly who it was she was playing with. No one? Or one who may not be visible, but still present. The thought caused her to come to a slow halt, sweat beginning to bead around her shoulders and chest, also around her harks, making her forelock stick uncomfortably to her face. Swiftly, she gave a flick to her dished dome, her forelock falling behind her right ear satisfyingly. With a smug look, she walked swiftly to the farthest of the soft sands, where grass began to dot the ground. Here, there were many spots of freshwater puddles from where the snow had melted. Slowly, she lowered her head to one of them, sniffing it cautiously before taking a few gulps. She then lifted her head, chestnut sides heaving, looking for someone to accompany her.
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