A curiosity. Grace is filled with it, and lives with it. It makes her feel all the more alive, and it makes her… her. Something inside the girl’s head is ticking. She’s not entirely sure how to feel in these moments, but there’s some light inside her chest. Light inside her, making her feel alive. Alive. At least Grace is happy, probably. Mostly.
She’s still concerned that Faolain would be upset. Spring had come in full force. Grace was tired of being lonely. She’d sought out the dark mare once more, deciding to take her up on the invitation that had been laid weeks earlier. Still, the spotted creature is… nervous. Sheepish, honestly. How was she meant to move forward? A bit of anxiety bubbled up in her chest, smoothed over with her signature poise.
Ah, there she is! The dark, slender mare was looking far more… laden… than she had when they’d last met. Grace moved to close the gap between them with an easy, floating gait. Her call is warm in return, resonating from her throat. A smile, one that reached her eyes, colored her expression. Gently, she brushed her muzzle against Faolian’s in greeting. “Glad to see you are as well,” her voice was soft, sweet. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner, I was afraid of the swim,” she’s a bit sheepish. Grace’s demeanor is gentle, but she’s nearly embarrassed by her own fears.
14.2 hh. classic champagne leopard. 5. knabstrupper x saddlebred.
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