here's a handshake, soldier,
'cause we both lost the war.
She rises from the beach, coated in a blanket of warm sand. She shakes her body almost as a dog would while wet, sand flecks falling from her tangled mane and tail. She trots after Blackmore with a grin, lifting her legs higher than normal, prancing like a high-strung show horse. She calms herself a bit as she reaches her liege, bringing her gait to a normal stroll, her long black tail swaying idly behind her as they move.
She doesn't speak just yet, but lets silence overtake them as they continue. It's a relaxed silence - one you would expect from a pair that has been close for years, not new-found friends. Her bright amber eyes watch the horizon in front of them and she briefly wonders what Blackmore is thinking about, though she can't bring herself to ask.
"Where are we going?" Her voice is soft, gentle, unlike Svetlana and her entire personality. She turns her eyes to look at the stallion momentarily before returning her gaze to the expanse of beach ahead of them. She remembers that she has yet to visit any lands other than the Ridge and whickers quietly. "Shall we visit someplace else? I'd like a tour guide." She smiles at him and falls silent again, wondering how she's gotten herself here.
{ Sorry for the poopy shortness. Post in a different land and she'll follow! }
S V E T L A N A
female ∙ buckskin ∙ the ridge |