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

Xiomara had hung back some when the loudly colored stallion had set off in the right direction, her blue eyes glancing around to make sure there wasn’t anything else she needed to address (cause havoc with) first. Only after she was sure did the mare rush out into the water, trailing behind her new captive towards their home.


Chipped, broad hooves finally caught on some rocks and hauled her up from the water onto the shore. The cold wind cut sharply through the water that chilled her body, causing the mare to shudder before she shook the salty liquid off. Her mane still clung to her neck, tail sticking to her hocks as she strode away from the waterline and further inland, following the stallion’s scent.


When she spotted him just standing there, she doubted he was waiting for her. Just taking in the view she supposed, which she did as well once she came to a stand next to him. At least he was taller than her, but she wondered how well his smaller legs could handle the tough terrain. He better not break a limb after all the work she did getting him here.


“Warsaw is the stallion here.” she stated. “And don’t worry, my intentions weren’t for you to stick around very long.” She followed up after his statement in the Commons. Tilting her head, the blue roan glanced up at him curiously now.