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

Did she make him nervous?


Xiomara raised her head slightly, azure eye rolling to look him over as he stood beside her. His words lead her to believe he was uneasy with her and for a brief moment, Xiomara debated pulling away. Every where she turned the blue woman found either unease or hate, though she knew she brought those results upon herself. It was not like she was easy to get along with or that she even tried.


“Causing chaos.” she replied truthfully before letting a hard breath blow out on a sigh. Dropping her skull white head, the typically strong woman let it hang meekly. It was tiresome being the way she was, holding the appearance she did in front of others. She always saw them as a threat or challenge but this stallion, she felt none of those things from him. Perhaps that was why she had felt the strange worry until he had arrived; she could find no one else to keep company with that did not bother her.


“We should rest. I’m sure you’re tired after your swim.” Xiomara said, trying to use him as an excuse when she felt exhausted.