Think sweets, think pink, think me!
she needed to prove herself, for her own sake as much as Texas'. He had been, to say the least, gregarious in his offer to her for a new home. Yes that would be her word for the day, gregarious. Something that she wasn't, something that she lacked, something that she... wanted? Maybe, or maybe it was just fun to say. Gregarious She muled it over on her tongue once, twice, ok maybe all the way to the feild.
It was a guilty pleasure, something that she, like the rest of her, would hope never to reveal to another soul. Being the shy little thing that she was, ok yea you could say fearful. It had taken quite the effort to convince herself to come back here, and extend the offer that Texas had bestowed upon her, to another soul. Not that she wasn't grateful, on the contrary, she was more then grateful; but extending that offer, meant that she needed to talk, her talk? Nixie had never spouted more than four words at a time in her life.
What did she think she think she was doing? The gentle plod of hooves eventually lead her torwards a more muted path, not so crackly, and snappy as the last one that she followed. The cotton candy pink mare stops for a moment, puzzled by her whereabouts. In her wandering thoughts she had lost her way. Oh trees Yes it was a strange saying, and here she was wandering again. Taking a breath she looked around to oriantate herself, the long trails of horses from ages past that had traveled along here rose in her nostrils. With a hint of fresh blood as well, yes yes yes Texas would have to be proud that he brought her to the falls if she managed to bring one back. Though she doubted that would happen, much less if she found herself capable to approach a horse would she find herself in a desirable position for her offer to be accepted.
Finally she arrived, finally her mutterings stop, but in there place she stands frozen petrifide of the open world in front of her. She had only ever been here in the dark, now she was here in daylight. Stipped bare of shadows to hide the unseemly site of her strange colors, though a glimmer of someone just as strange as her catches her eye. Yes there was a feeling of being drawn to this one. Maybe it was assumtious of her to think so, but she started approaching on shaky knees anyways. Hello I'm Nixie she quirkes a friendly smile head hung just below her shoulders, and tail flat against her haunches. Though she was no danty creature she did try to make herself appear as small as possible.
Nixie