[open] Curiosity Got the Best of Her; Any

[Penryn]

Those that don't believe in magic...

The forest was quiet on this particular morning, the forest leaves and vegetation damp with morning dew. It was a rather warm day, surprisingly, the morning chilled but still bearable. Other equines and wildlife gathered about, though none seemed to notice the mare curled up beneath the protection of a tree. Her pelt was of cream and sorrel, a splotched combination she'd yet to see on anyone else. Her eyes were closed, her barrel rising and falling gently as she slept. Her cream forelock hung limply against her forehead, a long and flowy tail splaying out around her. Chestnut audits clicked occasionally as insects buzzed by, though she remained within the confines of sleep. Her coat was damp, an indication that she'd been there since late at night. Penryn had no dreams, no memories or thoughts to fill the blackness she floated in. She was just so tired. And so, here she lay beneath the shelter of a tree, asleep in a land she knew nothing of. Blissfully unaware of those around her.

will never find it.

Penryn

Mare | 4 yrs | Gypsy Vanner x Friesian | Tobiano Chestnut | 16hh

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