Romantica
He stands against the vivd green of a great grass ocean, pale and lost, as the colors of wildflowers burst around him. They drift and dance as the summer breeze teases and tangles through the delicate tendrils of hair and vegetation alike. Romantica is unremarkable save for the pretty features of her delicate womanly face and body. Romy watches him as he drifts quietly in his thoughts and she can feel a lurch in her chest as she feels as though she could understand what turmoil lay in his heart (though there was no way she could know).
The pale rose grey woman breathes in a sweetness in the humid air, birds chatter overhead as they twitter back an forth, but the man pays no mind to it. She decides she must attempt to regain some sort of socialization and places one slender leg in front of the other and moves towards him. A nicker of greeting is offered so she does not startle him, cautious of a striking hoof or mouth, if he should want to left along. "Hello." It's a small offering as the dappled mare stops a respectful distance away.
Dark eyes attempt to read his features. She is not of the talented, traitless and plain, in this world where horses mimic any and all abilities. Romantica finds beauty in her simplicity though others may find her boring and uneventful. The delicate mare if hopeful to find conversation with the lone man on a beautiful summer day. She gives a smile, tilting her head with ears forward to further convey her interest.
@[kensley]