Meadow

This place was beautiful, really beautiful. Her dark chocolate eyes seemed like they could never have enough of it. Ever since she had come to these lands there had been nothing but pretty sights all around her. Not that she complained, not even one bit, but it was just surprising. Her homeland had been pretty, but not like this, or maybe it was because she remembered her homelands with some sadness that clouded her memories of it.
Walking over the meadow, she nipped here and there at some tall grass, clipping her pale little ears here and there over sounds she heard. The birds were chirping here and there, speaking amongst eachother, singing their tunes. It was a pleasant backsound to it all, and she didn’t mind one bit even. This place even seemed to be full of others, it seemed to be free lands, no one who could threaten them or claim them. She really liked it, and didn’t mind staying here for a little while.

Stretching her pale neck she flicked her ears again and gently swatted away some flies with her dark tail. She was pale and white, except for her back and rump being the color of a blue roan. Two very contrasting colors, with her genetics making it a clean line between the colors. Only the very end of her hind legs were white, so almost all of her back part was that color. Snorting she stopped and started grazing, and she probably stood out like a sore thumb in this setting. Both in color and because of that small, delicate frame of hers. She was feminine, every curve of her body would tell everyone who looked at her that she was a lady, through and through.