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Consider me a Herold

Vesti
Ill news is an ill guest


“I’m called Vesti,” she said. Her rusty voice cracking a little at the syllables. “Honestly, I doubt I gave you it. Since we met when I was about to collapse into a heap.” Vesti shot a look over her shoulder at the sea. She wasn’t going back in there again - not for some time. It was just going to have to be satisfied with watching her from a distance.

She took a look around. The night was settling and the white beaches seemed to glow under the light of the half moon overhead. It was pretty - it was another dreamscape. Yep. Vesti was rather inclined to believe she was asleep - or dead. But hey, any freedom from the hell of a prison she’d existed in was welcome. She’d just enjoy it while she could.

“Well, this is a nice place you got here,” She said. “Is it empty? Or you got yourself a nice group?” Vesti was honestly curious. She didn’t care if she shared space or men with others. Mostly because the sorrel was convinced this was a dream and therefore nothing really mattered. And Vesti had a habit of being lost in her own head. Her chocolate eyes were looking around, taking the place in.

Nice job, she told herself. Looks pretty good. Guess I would make a mountain range… hm… wonder if that grass is any good… With that, she trotted past Nik towards the grassy hills. She looked very much like her morgan bloodlines, though her muscles were rich and formed - made from all her time spent in the grasp of the sea.
.:mare::4 springs::sorrel [ee/Aa/dd]::unknown x unknown::Quarter horse x Morgan horse::rainy ridge::children::by blushie:.


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