▻ none (x no one)◅
Her investigations at the tidepools are interesting, a new level of learning acquired as she nosed dangerous spines of urchins without pricking herself, got licked by muscular tongues of clams, felt the nibble of cleaner fish as she fluttered bubbles out of her nose. She tasted the salted seaweed left by the wash of waves over the rocks. She felt as sand and seaspray littered her golden form as the breeze picked up.
Her lithe figure was every bit of Akhal Teke breeding, not one part of her allowing an onlooker to wonder at her lineage for even a moment. Long neck, long face, long legs, waifish barrel; lithe in every aspect. She shines in each movement, angles of her body catching the sunlight with almost garish verve. Her tail snaps at her haunches merrily, tall and slender ears pricked so far forward that one might think they’d fold forward on her brow as she leans over towards where a drop off of misleading depth exposed a sea turtle to her keen eye.
"Are you looking for something?"
Her eyes look up only briefly, an ear flicking backward, before she is again seeking a way she might touch the strange backed creature. It, however, had moved on and she snakes her neck back like a swans to regard the tall, thickened, fellow. "There are many things to see - though to say I am seeking something would possibly be incorrect." She says this in a voice like little ringing bells, immensely contrasted to his far deeper one. Her face seems perplexed, as if trying to fashion a proper answer despite having already spoken her thoughts aloud. "I am looking at everything, seeing everything." She seems happy with her choice of answer when she speaks, nodding a little like a punctuation at the end.
Stranger or no, she seems unperturbed; what woman of her appearance and age could be so casual in this season and without any semblance of a chaperone in her immediate vicinity?
OF THE LOST ISLANDS WILDS
▻ six years - 15.1 hh - akhal teke - self-colored gold champagne - nowhere ◅