Bum down, she looked a little confused. Smiling in a daze at the world around her, the mare is oblivious to the huge mountain-rock behind her that she had so affectionately renamed Big Rock, and she’s also oblivious to the smell of, well, smelly man that wafted all through the terrain at a rather remarkable speed. If it had a direction, she would have liked to say that it trailed in her left nostrils and out her right nostril and smelt a lot like rainforest. That must have been due to the thick foliage that was smattered all around the place, where the leaves on the trees intermingled on outstretched hand-like branches, covering the ground with some nice shade, despite the spring being a moist one that lacked all sort of heat, and hid away a whole assortment of little critters.

She sat that way for a while, until the painted boy came a-galloping through the wilderness to find her. Coyly tipping her head to the side to stare at him as he speaks at her (she had a knack for not really listening to people), she just smiles and shakes her head. “Was a jolly gud tumble!” Her voice still holds the native accent of her homeland, screaming to the stallion that she was a foreigner, with her strange ways and wild mane; she even sits there for a while before screwing up her face and wiggling her butt as she stands up straight. This bloke was a good hand taller than the mare, and she stretches out her head while narrowing her eyes in a meagre attempt to be as tall as him…

Anyone that saw her would have assumed she was slow, or, perhaps younger than she really was.

Don’t mistake poor Kingfisher as being air-headed or unintelligent, she was as quick as a rabbit when it came to some things, it was just her choice to flounce around like a child and pretend to be forever young. That was how things happened when she was back home, her mother was a dancer and she loved to spin and twirl, and her father was a jolly old idiot that knew little of the world but loved his children. So that brings about the bird girl, wiggling in her skin and staring up at this strange stallion with dark blue eyes and a pink nose that twitches and flares as she stares at him. “I’m Keengfeesha- noice to meetchya!”

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KINGFISHER
mare. welsh cob cross. bay roan tovero. seven. fourteen hands. Ee Aa Rnrn nSb nT. russell.
The great fish-finder of the big blue seas.