A'idah
Among the cool shade trees, the speckled egyptian mare quietly watches the scene unfold before her. Yes, she had heard the call of Warsong, but she has yet to choose to leave the coolness of the shade. She honestly had no interest in joining the herd, a sigh escapes her lips, but she knows for her survival she would have to. She shifts her weight from one hoof to the other, she tries to find another comfortable position. From her vantage point she watches Warsong and Bloodmanes little spat, a smirk touches her dark lips. This could be fun.
She moves away from the shade, stepping into the heat of the day. A soft breeze ruffles her blond mane, tossing it off of her finely arched nape. As she nears the group, her ears instantly bury into her blonde tresses. Her delicate head swivels back and forth, as she finds her own place amongst the herd. Her skin pricks with anticipation, she knows that in such a small confined area, there was bound to be more bickering amongst them. She partially parts her lips, readying her teeth, if she needed them to defend herself against any attack.
Honey colored eyes take in the others around her, most of them she had not met. Yet, she had not taken the time, nor did she want to go around and introduce herself. She was not that girl. If they wanted something to do with her, they would have to come to her. She raises her head higher, soon Olaf would make his appearance, hopefully this little meeting wouldn't take to much time.
Flaxen Chestnut Rabicano - Egyptian - 14.2 hh
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