Common

the gilded mare emerges from the surf refreshed. the sun beats down and despite the chill of fall, she feels warm. the exertion of the swim caused the blood in her veins to run hot, flush with the excitement of being somewhere new. as she stands on the beach, dripping with sea water, she lets her gaze drift inland. marzanna’s blue eyes take in the hustle with a morbid curiosity. where would she fit into this charade?

she reaches down for a moment, silvery blond mane tumbling across her features, to try and rid the irritating salt from her face. when she lifts her head, she cannot help but ripple into a whole body shake, sending droplets of the offending water everywhere. what next? the dappled mare scans the common, contemplating her options, but it does not take her long to decide. she was not afraid.

marzanna lets out a decisive snort, golden ears lowering slightly into the crown of platinum at her poll, before starting inland. fresh from the struggling embrace with the sea she wondered what type of touch her pale hide would endure next. would it be soft as a lover’s touch or something different entirely? the scrape of teeth would be just as tantalizing.