Goldenrod
mare | 15.0hhs | buttermilk buckskin | of the desert
Moving down the sands and onto the beach, Goldenrod was about to pick up into a trot when she heard someone yelling. Turning her head, the golden eyed mare eyed the child of Asmodeus. Her black rimmed ears tucked against her poll as she glared at him, not much liking the tone in which he used. Her free spirit and loose temper were not a good match for a child and she would have to certainly bite her tongue… which did not take her long to realize after he spoke more.
Pinching her nostrils and tossing her head, the buckskin mare snapped at the colt faintly, not liking him in her bubble. She took a minute to take in what he said, but her words were not as nice as they really should be either. “Your father has not said anything about me being on the outskirts instead of closer to the herd.” Her voice held a bit of irritation and was laced with frustration. Her heart beat in a disgruntled rhythm that had her turning away from the colt and picking up into the trot that she had been wanting beforehand.
Moving her black hooves over the beach, the two toned mare tried to ignore anything else he might have to say. Her black tail arched faintly as her neck did the same, anger showing upon her sun bleached body. She would rather avoid this rat instead of deal with it, but only time would tell as she listened to any hoof steps behind her in the crunching sand.
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