She had swayed his way when the dappled mare called upon them in the field. The spotted woman had fallen back sheepishly and hugged near the mahogany male's hip. She felt foolish but he was the closest thing to safety after being along for so long.
The leopard spotted woman is quiet for most of the trip. She watches how the land changes skins from trees to flat plains to rolling hills. Neva had not seen parts of Beqanna like this before and watches with wide dark eyes. The appaloosa woman admires the pretty parts as well as the ugly, embracing this new land that the fairs had made since her return.
The frosted woman feels the glint of the sunlight off her back as she enters Tephra. Cross seemed occupied by his own thoughts and Neva lets him be as she gives some space between them to look with pricked ears for any hint of another equine. "It's beautiful here..." She speaks openly to no one in particular of her observation before looking back to the familiar red eyes of her travel companion as a small smile pulls honest and genuine across her dark lips, the warm spring breeze lifting the paleness of her mane and tail.
swayed by cold rejections
it's short but a start
