05-22-2021, 02:30 PM
She's pretty bored wandering around in an absence of time and space so the bored little zebra finds Beqanna. It's more lively and with colors and voices so naturally Elizaveta just has to investigate. Small and pale, she -poofs- herself into the meadow and observes with pallid eyes, all of the noise. Good, there were living souls here. Small hooves clip clop rhythmically over damp soil just as calm, cool and collected as can be as round ears listen. Her features are a little sour, slightly turned down with her impatient waiting to be acknowledged so she decides a few mouthfuls of grass would be a good way to pass the time.
The zebra mare bites and tugs, uprooting soil as she goes. There was at least bird song here to listen to and the air was fresher than hanging out in purgatory. Soon enough, someone should be along to chat a little with but in the mean time the sun felt good on her back and the grass was sweet. Elizaveta is content to graze for now, shaking off the flies or flicking them with the length of her tail.
The zebra mare bites and tugs, uprooting soil as she goes. There was at least bird song here to listen to and the air was fresher than hanging out in purgatory. Soon enough, someone should be along to chat a little with but in the mean time the sun felt good on her back and the grass was sweet. Elizaveta is content to graze for now, shaking off the flies or flicking them with the length of her tail.