Excitement coursed its way through her blood, causing her eyes to twinkle and almost glow with the emotion. Her ears perked forward so har Asphara thought they might fall off before she began to bounce in place, eagerness coating her hooves and eyes. Excitement, eagerness, and an almost foggy feeling had the mare bouncing on the balls of her hooves until she turned away from Polar with a soft nicker and picked up from a slow walk to that of a trot and then finally a slow lope. Her long red tail was held high as she looked over her shoulder and called to him.
Asphara spoke as she ran from the meadow to the beach, telling Polar about her daughter Rosaliana and then the start she had to the islands. She had been uneasy when she joined and ran from Romaro, his sweet ways right off the bat to terrifying for her to handle. Her voice coated the air about all of it as her hooves left the sandy beach finally and tucked to her chest while her hind end pushed with all of its might. Normally one would walk into the waves and swim, but asphara was far to excited and instead jumped into the waves.
Extending her front legs, Asphara hit the salty water with a splash. Her mane and tail billowed behind her until her whole body submerged and she came up from the blue depths laughing. The blue of her eyes twinkled in the moonlight as she waited for Polar, her hooves softly drumming against the water at a steady pace before she turned and began the swim to Atlantis. Her swollen body wasn't large enough just yet to make this super difficult so Asphara swam much like how she ran. It was an easy pace and she almost seemed to glide through the water, much like a swan in a pond or something.
With time leaving and Aspharas hooves hitting the banks of her home, the sun began to rise when she shook out her coat and checkered back over her shoulder at Polar. She wasn't sure if he was exhausted just yet, but she herself could use a nap in her favorite spot of this home. “Welcome to the Ridge, Polar. The King is Tyr and the Queen is Oswin. Very nice horses…” Her sentence died as the brightness of her eyes faded. Nice horses… for only her daughter and the others of this land.
ASPHARA
mare | 15.3hhs | chestnut | of the ridge
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