The cavern was glowing; literally. I was surrounded by the faint glow of anything that happened to breathe in that covered space, azure eyes flickering to the lush grasses, the tall vibrant trees and even the mushrooms pulsating a rich blue. The moss was welcoming to my frogs, cushioning every step I took deeper into the cave to embrace the entire view of the beautiful scenery. I had left the meadow after meeting the young foal, the one with the color-changing flowers and kind intentions, despite the fact she certainly shouldn't have been wandering so far from home at such a young age. No matter, as much as I loved foals and caring for them, it didn't mean she was my full responsibility, and that I could control what her parents taught her. Unless she had wandered off on her own, then that meant they most likely had their hooves full with the pinky and white lass. Smiling my eyes shifted to the waterfall, marveling the mist that curled up past the pooling water below and filled the cave with a mild haze.

Soon I was moving again, feathered paint limbs stepping into the water and sighing, enjoying the gentle cool it brought to me. Closing my eyes and sighing softly, I ventured deeper, letting the liquid seep into my bones and cover my withers. It had been quite awhile since I had gone for a swim, and I certainly needed a bath. My copper and white coat had grown dusty, sweat thick in the hairs and covering me in a rather unpleasant stench. Being a loner had its perks; no one complained when you failed to bath for a few days. That didn't mean I should have waited so long though, I was absolutely filthy and this made me ashamed. I sighed, brushing water over the rest of my exposed fur with a flick of my muzzle, before dipping my neck and skull into the waters. After a moment I erupted from the depths, mane flipping back and sending droplets outward and away from me, the tresses clinging to my neck tightly. I let my breathing calm, enjoying the pleasant sensation of beginning to feel clean and pure, before working my soft lips along my shoulder to dig away the dirt.

To any onlooker, I would have looked rather feminine, my build a lot more lithe than one for a man was thought to be like, and my head poised gracefully so as I worked away through my coat to scrub me clean. I didn't know how other men felt about being clean, but I was always one to really need the feel of looking my best to feel better, which meant me spending a lot of time making sure I was clean and properly groomed. It had become harder to accomplish now that I was alone; Abel had often helped me groom my mane to keep it silky and soft, hanging against my neck and gently flowing in the breeze. Now, he was gone, like everyone else I had know, and in that time my hair had gotten a little tangled, thicker in some places and thinner than others, looking rather disheveled despite my attempts over and over again to soak it with water. I grumbled at the thought of how it looked though, making me feel a little insecure and paranoid that someone would see it and think of me as disgusting. Maybe I was. Snorting I sighed, trying to fight away those violent thoughts, focusing only now on making myself clean.

OOC: Nym is having a vain moment lol.
WC: 595
TAG: Ink