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

Xiomara began to walk as he had asked, her sturdy legs carrying her further inland. Snow was beginning to blanket the landscape and it clung to the feathers of her ebony pillars. It was annoying to say the least and she wondered what it would have been like if she had stayed on Atlantis instead. If she would have just been a good mare to simple join the existing herd.


Bored. She would have been so bored.


They had reached a thick stand of trees that blocked the wind well when Xiomara was startled by his question. She had never….. cuddled, before. Her dark colored ears flicked with uncertainty and for a few moments she just stood there. But then a new expression crossed her stoney face and she moved over to stand next to him. Her scarred blue hide pressing against his to offer her warmth. If she was to be ruler here, she needed to care for those living beneath her. It would do no one any good if Angel remained cold and became sick. So, she would keep him warm for the time being.