lilac and gooseberries
The forest offered some relief from the sun. It dappled across the back of the pale cream and lilac mare as her black booted limbs pick their way skillfully between bramble and root alike. A pattern akin to the jaguar spotted across her form as the sun sought to break the delicate green canopy.
A deeper violet eye regards this all mildly as she slips between the grabby limbs, teasing along her sides as she passed, to see the coolness of the thick woods. Her skin quietly prickles in the sudden chill as the thicket grew, her dark hair tangling upon small snags that reached out hungrily to taste her smooth skin. Yenn finds herself breathing heavily as she moves along narrow deer trails.
The summer is a time for joyous life. Greenery bursts from every angle, the birds an squirrels chattering loudly, and she wants to smile but only a pleased sigh of contentment expresses her feelings. Other equines have found their way into the lush flora to explore, rest, rejuvenate. Yenn offers a nod to passerby's till she finds a place among ferns and pale birch wood to lean against and appreciate the delicate solitude she bears witness to.
Yennefer