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The Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Vasilisa13 Years old. Friesian . Rougaru's Herd

Lissa was dominant in her own right and was sure of herself. She would make her position known eventually. Would he list her with the rest of the lowly mares in his herd? She did not know, nor did she really care. Perhaps she should tell him where she believed she stood in this so-called herd? Trust is a big word for some I suppose< She didn't like not being trusted, but if he didn't trust her that was his right.

He seemed lost in thought as she stood there with him. Her tail lashing out at the flies and just for the hell of it. One ear always on him while the other listened to their surroundings. The summer had ended and fall had begun but it was still warm out and being all black drew the sun to you. She snorted and huffed at him as she stomped a hoof as she was beginning to get annoyed with the flies. He was right, sure that she shouldn't have made to swim if she had no intentions of staying here but she also perhaps had been searching for someone. Perhaps I just felt like a nice swim? The water is just now heating up as is She says dipping her head momentarily before raising it once more to arch her neck a little.

Well Rougaru, if you get bored of saying my full name you can just call me Lissa She said. she knew her name was a mouthful after all. She sometimes didn't even tell some her actual name and just gave her nickname instead. Why bother them if they weren't gonna use it?

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