02-11-2016, 02:55 AM
A refreshing summer breeze shifted part of the lone mare's mane to the other side of her neck, drawing a surprised snort from her. While summer was known to have the occasional breeze, she didn't suspect them to be powerful enough to move her hair like that. Lifting her sculpted head, she gave her neck a good shake, easily knocking her mane back onto one side of her neck. While the entire mane hadn't followed, it was enough that she was no longer irritated, so she settled for looking around a moment, having grown slightly bored with grazing.
The weather was nice out in the field today. Iona had been here over last winter and spring, and so had been here to witness the various new lives that had appeared during the season of rebirth. She'd smiled with each new foal that had appeared, taking its first steps into the world, slowly getting more accustomed to walking on its wobbly legs so that it could one day keep up with its mother should a new force of danger arrive.
Thinking back on one day a few weeks back, when a foal, just a few days old, had made its way over to the chocolate flaxen mare, Iona had whickered to the small creature before urging it to return to its mother's side. Luckily, the young one had quickly understood and had run back to its mother, and Iona had avoided any sort of conflict that might have arisen from that situation.
As the memory left her, Iona returned to her grazing, deciding that she would take advantage of the warm summer days for as long as possible before the autumn season would once again take hold of this land she'd decided to call home a few months ago.
The weather was nice out in the field today. Iona had been here over last winter and spring, and so had been here to witness the various new lives that had appeared during the season of rebirth. She'd smiled with each new foal that had appeared, taking its first steps into the world, slowly getting more accustomed to walking on its wobbly legs so that it could one day keep up with its mother should a new force of danger arrive.
Thinking back on one day a few weeks back, when a foal, just a few days old, had made its way over to the chocolate flaxen mare, Iona had whickered to the small creature before urging it to return to its mother's side. Luckily, the young one had quickly understood and had run back to its mother, and Iona had avoided any sort of conflict that might have arisen from that situation.
As the memory left her, Iona returned to her grazing, deciding that she would take advantage of the warm summer days for as long as possible before the autumn season would once again take hold of this land she'd decided to call home a few months ago.
(OOC: Stallions, feel free to try and claim her if you'd like)