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

The waves crashed against the rocks; the sound filling her ears while her eyes looked out across the salty churning water. She had stood there ever since she had sent Gnome on his way, her blue gaze searching for a familiar buckskin hide. But as time passed she began to think he wouldn’t come, or that the swim had proved to much for the delicate stallion. The strange feeling she had tightening in her chest was hard to name, but as she finally turned away and ventured further inland, Xiomara realized it was worry that clutched at her.


Why?


She had just moved into the shadows of thick growing pines when she heard the loud call; it echoed off the rocks and snow that surrounded her. For a moment she did not move, her breath that curled up around her muzzle pausing just briefly before she let out a returning call. Moving from the trees, the mare retraced her steps until she came upon the young male. She had forgotten what thin skin he had and upon inspect of his appearance, Xiomara wondered just how was he going to survive here? He was made for the sands of time, not the frigid snows.


“Angel.” she greeted, but couldn’t help peeking past him. There didn’t seem to be anyone in tow. “I have to admit, I’m surprised there isn’t an angry mare attached to your side.” Xiomara said as she looked to the stallion once again. “Welcome home.”