A sigh leaves her lips, swirling the air around her feminine face before it disappears into thin air. With pale eyes she gazes upon the green everywhere around her, her long braided mane slightly moving on the rhythm of the wind. Maybe it's because of the leafs billowing above her, or maybe she simply lost track of time, and with that, she lost track of her thoughts. But she travelled far and now finds herself in the forest. She pauses for a moment, her long slender legs stretched under her, her neck slightly arched and her head raised. She flutters her dark lashes and turns her ears, taking in any sound she could possibly hear. It's safe, for now.
It's just a matter of time before she's moving again, her legs going quick and steady, her dark mane moving gracious and covering her like a blanket. Like a deer, quick and elegant she finds refugee in the forest, emerges with the shadows and moves along silently. She catches a sound, a breaking twig. She raises her head and points her ears, her nostrils pulsing. Her muscles tense under her deep brown coat. The deep scent of a stallion reaches her nose and she keeps quiet.