anyone;

[Zaravich]

the words she knows the tune she hums

Zara was from the Dale, and as usual was out an about in the meadow curious to the new faces she could meet. She was a petite mare with a full stomach, ready to give birth any day now. It was a risky move fo be out and about so far along in here pregnancy; although she was fidgety and could not gallop like before her pregnancy. It was important to Zara to have socia interaction and she was happy to meet new horses.

As she wondered into the meadow, there were little horses around although one stood out to her, a buckskin paint. The horse looked younger than Zara, but not by much. She was curious to what brought him here, was he venturing out to create his own life? Or was he here running from a past. She gave a small nicker cautiously approaching him, her tail was flicked up in the air as she swayed it with the breeze. Winter was gone and it was now spring. The flowers were peaking out of the ground, trying to have a fresh start to life. It wasnt hot like a summer day, but it was warmer than the winter, the petite mare had a hard time with the cold weather. She was pleased with the summer heat, the wind was what brought the biggest chill. She approached the stag softly spoken "Hello! My name is Zaravich. What brings you to the meadow?" She was curious to his reasoning, as she grew closer she could tell  he had a smell of another kingdom on him. She couldnt pin which kingdom but his scent was from around these lands. 

Zaravich

the tiny dancer