⬩ Voyager ⬩
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She laughs, full and hearty, when he responds to her words - the lack of mistrust seeming to earn her only more of the same honesty as he had supposedly showed her since his approach. The world she had painted him was one of a ranging mare intent on seeing this new world - but certainly she had established her dislike of the snow, had she not? Surely of all the times to worry about her wanderlust - it would not be the colder months while frost licked across the landscape in silver arrogance.
She snaps her tail against an itch, but her ears say that it is not irritation that constitutes the need for that action. "Well of course come winter I will be wanting to roam not at all. I did say that the roots I meant to put down would be especially because I am not such a fan of the white stuff as others might be." She sounds mirthful even while she talks, so the end of her sentence falls away with gentle chuckles and a good-feeling sigh usually heard when someone is quite satisfied - though she wouldn’t be able to tell yet if it was him or simply a good laugh that gives her said satisfaction.
"Lead the way."
OF THE LOST ISLAND WILDS
▻ mare - mutt - wild bay dun pangare splash sabino, gulastra plume - 14.3 hh ◅