Bubbles

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mare | 15.2hhs | buckskin blanket | daughter of the sea

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Cranky. That five letter word explains the state of ick that ensnares a woman of gold. Her blue eyes narrow on the distance, intensely looking at whatever it is that caught her attention. Her buttercup hued ears pin against her head, forcing her dark mane to lay in a state of annoyed defiance. With long strands haphazardly laying on top of each other and short broken strands standing straight up, the draft built woman finds herself wanting to kick whatever she could land a hind hoof against.

Jerking her head around suddenly, Bubbles snaps her yellowed teeth against the fresh son of this year. He was being overly aggressive during his nursing, and finally the woman had enough of it. Giving him a look that would turn a man to stone, Bubbles picked up and hind foot before stomping it. With that, she stepped away from the colt that glared back and started prancing off to his older brother.

Moving through the Peak, Bubbles find herself twitching. Her body aches to do something, but she finds herself staring at something else. Locking her gaze upon a woman with no Peak scent, the buckskin blanket stands still and directly in the middle of the path. There's a good fifty feet separating them, but obviously Bubbles wasn't about to move. “Welcome to the Peak.” Is all she says, but her tone is rough and her frame shows irritation. It wasn't exactly aimed at the mare before her, but Bubbles also didn't really care.