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

Xiomara’s words seem to excite the Tinuvel prince, though he does a good show of being mature despite his age. The smile that rests on her pink lips now are genuine as he prances around her; a distraction from the turmoil that made up her mind keeping the chaotic thoughts at bay.


“A strong suitable name.” she praised, impressed with how it fit the lad. It carried the type of merit to support a crown someday; hopefully he would show the strength of his father in years to come. Xiomara felt a desire to stick around and see that happen; to watch him grow and fulfill those desires that burned within him. It was the first time she had ever experienced such a feeling; a mare’s instinct or was it some curiosity that drove it? Whichever it was, it was confusing.


A soft laugh escaped the blue mare, her tail raising some so the thick banner could flag out behind her as her strong legs took long strides leading them down the hill. “Perhaps a tour from my King? There would be no better honor than to be shown the landscape by royalty.” she said, glancing back at the dark colt. She was confident in herself to keep him safe; maybe she could even have a bit of fun?