Common

The young varnish mare sweeps effortlessly into the Commons from the Meadow. She had spent a season there after running away from her mother and father. She had no knowledge if Aallotar or Fearghas had even bothered to look for her. It didn't matter anyways. She had no desire to see either of them. She felt like her life was a lie and now the moody young filly had blossom into an even moodier maiden mare. Spring meant a fresh start for Seri. She was finally old enough to truly venture on her own.

Her mottled skin and coat was sure to draw someone in. Her color unique and obviously inherited from her sire. She pauses briefly, lowering her head to the ground to graze the green grasses that grew in these parts. Scents of others were everywhere and it was overwhelming. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest in anticipation. Maybe she should turn back? No. She resolved to herself. She had to do this. Wasn't this how it was supposed to be anyways? Girl meets boy and then the rest is history? Then why hadn't it been that way for her parents? A simple shake of her head was all she could manage at the thought. It didn't matter anyway. She resolves to herself again. seri mare | black varnish roan | paso fino x | 3 | moonless