Krasiva
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She rides the waves as she had ridden life for the longest time, a loud guffaw of laughter stringing out through Atlantis as she made landfall. Her arrival comes with bright midday sunshine and therefore more summery temperature than the Fall season might have afforded other places at this point in the season. She is scooped ashore by the second wave behind her, hurrying her ascent onto the shoreline as she jumps into a choppy trot with high knees and another peel of thunderous laughter.
Joy permeates her being, for all the world like a frat boy on House Night, looking as if she hadn’t a care in the world who might reside here-- because indeed she does not. She is small, she would argue. Hardly a whole mouth to feed. She is not even precisely sure that this is a home at all - everything smelled so new as to perhaps have only been a passing individual.
Her mane is thick and heavy like her tail with seawater, Krasiva shaking several times and only managing to really rid herself of dripping - never dampness. Not in this humidity, anyway. Her eyes are bright teal like the ocean shallows behind her and she looks about the immediate area with a pointed stare. Food. Her trot brings her to a pleasant lengthy patch of seaside grasses. They were salted by the wind but her stomach feels the soothe of filling up rather than remaining empty.
OF THE ATLANTIS RIDGE
▻ mare - vyatka mutt - dunskin sabino overo splash - 13.1 hh ◅