A'idah
A promise is a cloud, rain is fulfillment
The cool waters ripple around her delicate legs, offering some relief from the heat. This is where A'idah found herself in the sweltering hours of the afternoon, dipping her delicate muzzle into the water and pulling out the delicious grasses that grew abundantly. It was hydrating and refreshing, with each mouthful she can feel her hunger quenched. A single eye remains on the stranger, the boney creature that had drug itself in from the sands. Olaf had let the stallion stay, they must of struck some kind of deal. She snorts, she could care less about the deals that Olaf made, as long as they didn't effect her. So far, this stallion had not approached her, so Olaf's deal did not affect her. With one last mouthful, she pulls her hooves from the water and retreats to the shore. Quietly she chews the grasses, seething inside about where her God had let her end up. With a snort she moves towards the shade trees, letting them block the sun's unrelenting heat.
Honey colored eyes warily watch the painted stallion, he had decided to follow her into the waters, finding those hidden grasses. A smirk spreads across her dark lips, where did this behema come from? She lazily flicks her frost kissed crimson tail over her hindquarters, chasing away any pesky flies that tried to land. That was the one downside of the desert, it seemed as if the pest never died. She emits a snort in response.
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The minutes drag on, while she watches the stallion take his fill. She eyes his hips that plainly jut from his sides, the few ribs that despite the food he has eaten still stubbornly show. She opens her mouth, her tongue felt like sandpaper. With a sigh, she leaves the protection of the shade to venture to the Oasis' side once again. She drops her lips to the water's surface, relief slides down her throat. She quietly slurps the water. She lifts her delicate head upwards, eyeing the stallion.
Flaxen Chestnut Rabicano | Egyptian | 14.2 hh
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