A Fighting Spirit: Astara

[Zaravich]

the words she knows the tune she hums

Zaravich was from the Dale a rather quiet kingdom so she often found herself in the field and meadow which gathered lots of horses. As she was in the field today she saw an unfamiliar face and wondered the spotted horses desires for these lands.

Zaravich bolted into a gallop, the mare was now bulging far along in her pregnancy, she was not as fast as she used to be but she was full of life and would continually have an energetic personality. As she was galloping her tail was lifted in the air and curled (as an arabian would) she gave a whinny and thrashed her head around before slowing down curious to the mare still in the field. She slowed to a trot and made her way over to the mysterious spotted horse. "Hi! Im Zara, Who are you?!" the mare said with life in her voice, energetic and bubbly, the fidgety horse was physically unable to stand still for long. She was like a squirrel, attention switching at every movement and noise around her. 

Zaravich

the tiny dancer