Vashti
your queen


Vashti might be considered friendly, but at least she had that going for her. instead of being a hermit and avoiding those who may need the company of others. though the desert sand colored vix didn't need company to keep her happy or preoccupied, she still enjoyed having others around. lets just say her first encounter with the general could have gone better, but vashti was pleased how she had handled the situation. she hadn't been rude, but respectful. she had been on her best behavior and there was nothing else she could have done. so she held no regrets about the encounter with the general or the steed who had reeked of swamp.

The arabian mare was making her usual round abouts to her favorite places. she loved the side of the main mountain peak. though the oxygen level was slim to none, it was fresh and less polluted. it was on her way up that the fog seemed to thicken and so the chestnut female slowed her pace, making sure to be extra careful of loose rocks and gravel that would cause her to stumble. continuing up the slope, towards the meadow, the scent of a newcomer filled her lungs. but she did not want to quicken her pace, for fear she would spook the other. and these ridges were nothing to underestimate.

It didn't take too long before the smell of the other mare became so potent that vashti guessed she was just on the other side of the fog's horizon. she stopped and gave a soft whicker to warn and announce to the other mare that she was behind her. Just a courteously.

called: Vashti
born: female
blood: egyptian arab
painted: Chestnut
seasons: 5 winters

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player: bamboo