S I G H U R D
hello muddah, hello fadduh. here i am at camp granada. camp is very entertaining. and they say we'll have some fun if it stops raining.
At the word of there being other islands, she is grief-stricken. She knew that to explore these lands meant to plunge deep into the waters, striking out with great striped and rosy-red legs, exhausting herself and showing up on some unknown coast, bedraggled and wet and looking like little more than a great pink ball of hair and salt.
Not that Sighurd was vain- but the stink of the ocean was still fresh in her nostrils, and she feared that there was still a great glob of seaweed caught up in her mane, because she could still smell something fishy.
Crinkling her nose at the thought, Sighurd never would have thought that a stranger would have been concerned about her safety. She doubted even her father was too perplexed about her whereabouts. “Siggy, you’re a big girl now.” He had told her when she was freshly weaned from her mother’s teat. “It’s time for you to see the world on your own. I won’t hold your hand.”
So she had, and she rather enjoyed it.
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Oh, anywhere here and there really, na.” She wiggles her head, as if gesturing to the entirety of the meadow once more. “
Too many people coming and going for the bitey things to be of any trouble, na.” It seemed to be a good strategy to her. She doubted that any herd was as highly populated as these alleged common areas, and she would rather rely on safety in numbers over a tired and bedraggled stallion that patrols his territory on his own.
Crowds offered the best safety, even if she didn’t know anyone’s name.
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And you braved the cold just to explore?” Sighurd remarks incredulously, a visible shiver running down her body at the thought. “
You are made of tougher stuff than I, na.”
mare . red dun . fifteen point one . crossbreed