The forest is so quiet and peaceful, Georgiana hasn't yet lived in such a beautiful place, so full of life and radiance. Braylen wasn't far off and he still has much territory to show her, but she has all the time in the world so she decides to follow a now familiar trail by herself. She felt this would be her favourite trail, as it changes directions often and is fun. It is relatively clear of debris too and there isn't much room between trees on the side to accidentally veer off track.
With the confidence of a native she took off at a trot down the path. Oh just to trot was amazing. When the branches of the pines began to scrape her side she would just use them as a guide and move in the other direction and you know what? This trail; this forest, may just work for her. Right now she feels an overwhelming amount of joy at the thought and simply cannot believe how happy she is, actually, she isn't even sure if she has felt this ecstatic about any place or territory before. It's so perfect here! A small (happy) tear rolls down her cheek now as she suddenly halts, for no particular reason, sending snow flying and birds fluttering.
With a laugh (something she seems to be doing a lot of lately) she closes her eyes, sucking in the crisp Winter air and then blowing it out of her nostrils harshly, creating smoky puffs. She supposed she should go back to where Braylen is now, even though she desperately wants to keep on going. She is worried that if she's gone too long Braylen may worry and she doesn't like worry, that's why she tries not to worry too often.
So, just as she was about to turn back she hears someone call out. Her attention now caught she lifts her head high, ears like radars atop her cranium and her breath shallower, not from nerves, but to make it easier to hear other noises in the near silent forest. She is relaxed, but she barely moves when the filly approaches, something she found was the best thing to do, if everyone can read your body language but you can't read theirs, that isn't fair, is it?
Before she could answer the call, the other equine was suddenly right near her. She liked that this meeting was a natural one, that it wasn't arranged or predicted. With smiling eyes the mare tries to look in the direction she hears the gentle voice, pushing her ears as far forward as possible, as she always does. The mare seems so lovely, and she's her sister too. She's just like Georgiana, kind of.
“Hello Hickere” She says in the friendliest way possible as she lowers her head to a comfortable height, “My name is Georgiana and I too am one of Brayen's mares.” She stretches her neck out and extends her muzzle in hopes of exchanging breaths, her thick mane being picked up by a soft breeze.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, sister.” The draft built mare was unsure whether this was a delicate word to the mare, after all, she doesn't know her, but she has a feeling Hickere is more sentimental than one who would get on their high horse over truthfully spoken words.
Georgiana
Gypsy Vanner | Five | Mare | 15hh | Chestnut Tovero | Blind | Fruity |