 She had hidden herself away again, but not to far off from the herd to not notice something was up. She had trailed behind every other horses step and always slept when they did. For some reason she had fallen into the pattern every day. When one or two mares went for a drink, she did too. When they grazed, she did the same. Perhaps this was her way of keeping sane and avoiding her leader. She preferred the female company over him, and yet, she can't help but remember his comforting touch when her twin died. The stallion she had viewed as evil was not as harmful as she thought and so now she stands, moving away from her perch in the shadows to trail after the form of a very troubled man. Her sleek shape moves slowly and her steps are quiet and soft. Dark orbs look over that of the herd, and she is saddened that yscha wasn't among those she saw.
She's left.
That thought was simple and sad, but it wasn't going to interfere with our silent lady, not now or ever. She was starting to fully understand when some horses leave and never come back, and those that do return to their forest home. They were doing what she wanted to do, but her lack of speech kept her from doing so. They were going on adventures to different lands and places beyond the thickness of the trees. Co lets a small huff of air escape her lungs and through her dark muzzle. With all these thoughts she'd surely become a depressing sight. Giving a firm shake of her head, allowing her messy twig filled forelock to fall over her eyes, she starts to walk after her stallion again but is again stopped in her tracks when it seems another lady had the same idea as the young mare. Well, Co wasn't going to be easily stopped by another yet.
She trails after the two of them until they reach the stream. Even when the brute enters the water and the other girl stands at the bank, Co still moves forward, giving a polite nod as she passes by the paint. As usual, Co raises a feathered hoof to scuff at the dirt under her and announces her presence with a single snort, but the girl doesn't stop there. Moving, she too enters the cold water, flinching as it seems to turn her legs to ice. With an irritated flick of her ears she leans down to wet her muzzle in the stream and then proceed to rub at her dirty legs. Even with this small distraction, her eyes are fixed on both stallion and mare as she turns her body to face them. It would very rude to have your back to someone.
She blinked slowly at the dun and tilted her head. She was just now remembering that something was up with him, and her expression said it all.
Are You Alright?' Yes, her face would say it all.
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Filly . 3. Draft cobxArabian. Bay[Ee Aa]. 16.0hh. Mute
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