Tempest scanned the horizon diligently keeping an eye out for the little mares quarry though not actively pursuing a means and identity. Slowing from a canter the sound of rushing waters caught her attention. She wouldn’t rightly pass up an opportunity to refresh herself, especially since she wasn’t in the wake of a storm more exploration could be welcomed. Though she understood that with the stillness often came others, curious and bold alike. This was the customs no? Making friends and enemies, even building families. Such seemed to be the way of the world at least. It was almost serene in the sense that the golden-hued woman didn’t spy a single soul on this tiny patch. Off in the distance perhaps but her immediate surroundings seemed quiet, almost enough to lull her more expressive nature away. Lowering her dial cautiously she began to graze just by the waterside. Her thoughts lazed ideally to what would happen with the mare and the stallion she sought after. Although she didn’t know the woman well, she had hoped she would find whoever she was looking for and do it safely. Then her mind grew curious about what had happened to her family, though that was a question she quickly marked out. Still, something within her almost yearned to know. Lifting her crown tempest glanced around her, all still seemed relatively quiet and no one had seemed daring enough to approach her. Shifting her weight to her right side she closed her eyes in an attempt to relax and take in the sounds of this place, she was almost confident it would make someone a lovely home. In almost every sense one might expect her to be sleeping but she was very much awake. Listening and waiting to see what or whom might be curious or brazen enough to enter her presence. After all, for as gentle as she could be, this woman was no delicate rain shower. |