Evangaline
Just know that I forever love you.
Arsinoe had probably been the best thing in a long time for the small grey mare. She had returned and with her the hope of Raegar returning ignited in Evangaline’s chest. He was not back yet, but she was no longer hiding in the Dunes and avoiding the black beast that ruled it. Instead, she was able to just live in the Badlands and at times, sneak off to maybe go and find Raegar herself. That is how she found herself roaming the Crossing. She should be in the Badlands by now, but maybe a week away from that territory would not hurt? She just hoped Arsinoe was not worried about her.
Humming a soft tune, the short and pony built mare moved. She was a whopping thirteen hands, but that was okay. There was no bone in her body that was meant to be a fighter. Instead, she was all fluff and soft curves. She was the equivalent to a walking pillow, shown by her longer and poofier fur. It was not the best to have on Salem, but with Fall here and the cooler weather starting to come in, her body had a mind of its own like every cold set of the year. She should still be shed out much like the others, but her heritage left a bit of a furry mess in her genes.
Moving through the Falls, Evanagaline smiles at the crystal clear water she sees in front of her. After having been back home, she gained weight and looks healthy. The warmth of Salem still holds her lungs hostage and the scent of cactus flowers holds her body in its clutches. WIth these pieces of her so easy to tell, she fears not as she lowers her head once she reaches the waterfall. Lipping at the cool water for a moment, the tiny grey mare finally begins to drink with her bushy tail swatting at the bugs that come to bother her. It might be fall now, but she knew deep in her heart she would never fall for another man like she had Raegar. So, being out here where stallions could bother her, did not fear her one bit. She might be a small and weak individual, but even those could not stop the fire in her heart that was Raegar.
Mare ─ 13.0 hands ─ Grey (Chestnut) ─ Small Lover of Raegar