07-16-2016, 01:07 AM
So, this is new. Her every other step is a prance, bright grass and sunshine warming and tickling her from every angle. Of all the places she coudl have found, this has to be her favorite outcome — a warm clearing, full of people (mostly ladies, huh? Weird.) and green to boot? Sign her up. Carefully, her slender legs pick through the small groups of grazing women, tail lashing excitedly about her ankles; it smelled so perfumed here, like women were just here all the time, twenty-four seven. Not her favorite crowd, but hey, she'll live!
Strolling to a sudden stop, Valaera let her eyes wander, mildly surprised at how tired she actually felt. There was an ache in her hooves that could only have been from days and nights worth of travel, chestnut ears flickering deftly at the sensation as she tried each toe in the plush earth, lips quivering to a thoughtful pout. Okay, so, path that way, path that way - she offers a small, flustered smile to the surrounding ladies and lets her tail do the talking, flicking idly against her white thighs.
This was so new. She had no idea where to go first - why not stop a while, right? Places as pretty as this had to have tour guides, and she was all too eager to play cheesy tourist.