As the rain grows heavier against her back in the passing moments she fleetingly wonders if even Braylen can see through the shield of water and if it is as heavy as she suspects. With squelching mud flicking up her legs she walks much slower than usual, not only from such hazards nature is presenting but also obviously from her blindness, with these combined she worries if she is causing Braylen to slow down too much, if she's putting them in danger. She may have said something about it if she thought her voice could be heard over the burdening amount of rainfall, and wind.
Georgiana is a strong mare, but, amongst certain other things, rain and even worse, storms, make her very vulnerable and she cannot help but feel anxious at times, especially with the howling wind in her ears, causing her to graze Braylen's stomach and mid-back rather than his hip as she sticks closer to him for comfort and protection, not in a single moment falling a step behind as they seek the (hopefully) not too distant shelter.
Their refuge could now be seen ahead and to the pale mare's luck, Braylen's too, she hasn't fallen over and become even more of a damsel in distress than she grudgingly believes she has already become. As the trail seems to become more well worn she falls back to the stallion's hip, breathing easier as she relaxes more, knowing full well that the worst is behind them; terrain and all.
With all this adrenaline coursing through her blood it is no wonder she isn't the slightest bit cold yet.
Georgiana
Gypsy Vanner | Five | Mare | 15hh | Chestnut Tovero | Blind | Fruity |