A'idah
egyptian | chestnut | wanderer
As her delicate muzzle touches the painted stud colt, he leaps into action. Caramel eyes settle on him as he trots up the beach, with a toss of her refined head, she falls into step with him. Trotting gracefully up the sandy beach, she carries herself with the grace and ease of her arabian heritage. Topping the beach, her hooves find the solid ground of the forest. As he lengthens his stride she follows suit, her hooves reach out farther with each stride. Delight vibrates through her body as the wind blows her blonde mane from her chestnut nape. As he weaves through the trees, she feels compeled to try such a feat. Dodging the trees, weaving through each pair of trees as if she had been doing this her entire life. nStretcnhing out her stride as she nears a downed log, lifting her body she leaps the log in one stride. Hooves touch the solid ground on the other side, striding away from the log she halts near the painted stud.
Raising her refined arabian head she breaths the wind in, its scent mingled with the forest and grasses that grew plentiful. Caramel eyes fall upon the wild flowers that spread across the field, smearing it with the purples and blues that only nature could supply. Beauty. "Agharr." Pausing. "You have a beautiful forest. How many others occupy this land with you?"
