08-21-2016, 05:16 PM
Josie
Josie
Like the dancer before me
The Ebony mare made the long and exhausting travels from the Tundra to the field, it has been a couple of weeks since she visited and she felt as though she was slacking on her diplomat duties. It felt as though she has been traveling all day and night but it was worth it when she reached the crowded field. Almost everyone was in a conversation, it was breeding season after all. She scanned the area for potential recruits, her body was sleek with sweat, a completely different climate in the field.
Her head flicked to the left as she hears a whinny and spotted the source, a young buckskin stalllion. He appeared to be overjoyed about something, but he was young and perfect for recruitment. She returned his call with one of her own gently dipping her head once she reached him Hello! My name is Josie, and what is yours? She swayed her tail, swatting at the bugs every now and than. She stood patiently, hoping that he would agree to return to the Tundra with her.
Her head flicked to the left as she hears a whinny and spotted the source, a young buckskin stalllion. He appeared to be overjoyed about something, but he was young and perfect for recruitment. She returned his call with one of her own gently dipping her head once she reached him Hello! My name is Josie, and what is yours? She swayed her tail, swatting at the bugs every now and than. She stood patiently, hoping that he would agree to return to the Tundra with her.