||mare||5 winters||gypsy vanner||palomino tobiano||homeless||children||lineage||by blushie||
Tallynne caught up to him in a few long strides, taking a comfortable position at his shoulder. Obsessed with trees? Interesting… Tallynne thinks with a laugh. She hasn’t heard of that one. But everyone has their vices. She doesn’t think it’s much of one anyway.
As for the offer to see it all… “I would love a tour,” she says - a smile lighting up her features. The gypsy vanner prances high, still unaccustomed to the sand. Still, it’s a graceful movement. She’s always been smooth - if she had been human there is no doubt that Tallynne would have been a dancer.
But Tallynne didn’t so much care for the place. More for the attention of the stallion. She thought he was a pretty creature - even if he was light. She pulled her neck into a slight arch, wishing that she were a little more filled out, she feels as if she’s a little underweight. But that’s what happens when you travel a lot.
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