Bean’s tolt slows to another halt, and she’s not even out of breath! It had been just what the pudgy little mare needed - a good bit of exercise and stimulation to keep the blood pumping and the heart ticking. She shook out her long curly mane and felt the breezes grab at her hirsute coat, since Bean was a hairy thing after all. It felt so nice today! But now she felt like a nap…
Never mind that she never saw the glittering dragon or many of the other fantastical creatures that frolicked in the meadow; she sought a tree for a good butt scratching and a nap in the shade. If she saw fairies, she didn’t know it and the same with dragons and ponies straight out of her wildest dreams. Bean had eyes only for her next resting spot and she found it - a nice big oak that stretches out its broad limbs.
She could already hear how the wind would catch in its green leaves and rattle them. It would be a sound to accompany her dreams and she was certain those would be nice too. Bean rarely suffered a nightmare, and if she did, it was forgotten the moment she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Her course naturally alters to an easygoing amble with the oak as her destination, but the day has other plans in store for her.
Hi Brownie.
Bean’s eats too forward in recognition as a grin finds her plain brown face. She looks as radiant as the color brown can be, as if lit from within and her happiness is apparent at the sight of a familiar face. “Hey Grumpy,” she echoes back goodnaturedly. “Doing good and glad to see a face I somewhat know.” She chuckles, remembering too, how the topic had changed course to her finding a home instead of focusing on the brilliantly colored mare in the forest.
“Nope, still pleasantly homeless and drifting. Just can’t seem to tie these feet down.” here ya drop down and her nose follows before she tosses her head sideways in a gesture of mock hopelessness. But she can’t keep the smile from her lips or the gleeful glimmer from her equally brown eyes. “What have you been up to? Still spreading the grumpiness around?”
Bean jokes, reaching out to rap his nose with her own in a sign of solidarity. Tricksters have to stick together and mischief is more fun in pairs. She could almost sigh, having missed his quick-witted banter.
@[Leilan] better late than never! ❤️