no stallion
▻ no children (x no one) ◅
Her fluffy baby coat hides the future shine of real beauty, but the boy who barrels into her path seems to think nothing of such a small nuance. "Hello beautiful girl!" She has barely grasped basic conversation and she blinks at him with his silly nature and the quiet of the jungle implying more attention on them than her instincts made her comfortable with.
Her pearlesque palomino color, her splashed body, is not going to be ill to look at whatever the age she grew to. "I’ve never seen you around here before," she basically understood him, having spent time with Miss Tarot long enough to get the basics. She twists her pretty little ears this way and that, "New." She isn’t a great conversationalist in the first place, but his exuberance made her even more uneasy and uncertain as to what to do.
She extends her nose to him, as the strange Tarot [her real mother] had taught her, "I am Oracle." A name was supposed to come next, right?
OF ATLANTIS’ PARADISE
▻ zero years - grade mutt - palomino pearl splash - 16.0 hh ◅