mare | mutt | blue roan | 15.2 | inlet | frost
olaf x xina

Xiomara was standing upon a rise covered in trees, her icy eyes overlooking the herd below. The young horses gained most her attention, curious about them and the innocence they held. As a call rang out from the border, that curiosity burned out in the heat of her temper. How dare a stallion summon her?! For a long few moments, Xio just stood there, her posture rigid and her icy gaze sharp with anger. She would make him wait; the Queen of the Inlet would make an arrival of her own time.


When the blue roan left her post, she strode at a confident walk until she stopped to stand before the stallion. He was a strange breed; short, stocky with a odd coloring. She could only imagine what he would look like fuzzy in the cold winter season Tinuvel had to offer. The mare nearly snickered and all she had gotten from him so far was an appearance. Xio felt sorry for any mare that had to carry his stubby young; could he even reach?


“Don’t waste my time, pony boy, what do you want?” she hissed at him, her lip curling as if she was disgusted by even being here.