08-22-2019, 10:35 PM
It's a strange thing to stand upon these lands. No inkling of how she arrived or if she would stay. The buckskin majesty stood, nostrils flared and tulip shaped ears pulled back in fleeting anxiety. Tossing her large head the painted lady made her way further into the expanse of dying grass. Crisp autumn air tugged at her salt and peper mane eagerly, whispering to her of magic and secrets untold. Liquid amber irises wash over the few fleeting figures that she has joined, only staying upon each long enough to gague their apperance and distance from herself. She wanders towards the lake, finding comfort in the crashing of the waters above. Its quiet despite the noise here and she is confronted by the fall chill and how alone it was here. In the distance she hears the chatter of forest creatures and other equines alike. In any other situation she might find herself wandering towards the sounds, aserting herself in any conversation she could find. Now though, now she is timid and overwhelmed by the scenes around her. No broken memories or twisted shapes alluded to how she arrived in this strange land. She was at a loss for her own existance, only fragments of who she was filled her lobe and created a blurred image of how she was to carry herself. Cruved neck gave way to large head and raised brow, sloping back arched into round rump and strong legs. Tendrils of mixed black and graying white wrapped around her hind legs like ivy and curled inward to drag upon the dying ground. Everything here was dying. Trees were slowly dropping their leaves and the earth was giving way to the bite of the coming winter. Animals preparied hurriedly for the coming snow and equines made their ways to warmer lands. Autumn was a slow and trying time for many. Especially those like the woman who did not belong where she stood now. Like many lost items she felt misplaced here in the field painted by the harsh tangerine and scarlet of the setting sun. She lets a breathy sigh out and leans into the sinking dirt below her. She's tired now, too tired to care if others approach. Too tired for the trivial ways of speaking and making merry with those around her. Now she wishes to rest.