The antlered mare stands amongst the brittle brown grasses. A teal eye watches from the dark that of forelock that insisted upon obstructing one eye of the other no matter how much she attempted to toss it away. Her breath comes slowly as she listens to the sounds around her,small clouds forming at the edge of her lips and nostrils. The buckskin woman turns to look over her shoulder as the sounds of deer and squirrels thrash through the surrounding forest.
Beqanna, though relatively new to her, was easy to understand. There were simple horses and also others like she. There was bound to be even more eccentric out there as well. The mare feels the edge of ehr lips twist in a small smile as she begins to move through the frosted soil. Each hoof falls in a hushed crunch of frozen mud and splintering grass shards. The woman occasionally dips her heavily crowned skull to catch strange scents that lay littered along the ground. Equine, feline, canine, bruin. It was overwhelming.
But it is when she nears the edge of a stream that she stops to take her fill of the cold, clean water. Dark lips draw the liquid in slowly, considering the meadow, considering Beqanna. The mare lifts her skull when she has finished as a small dribble of water falls from her lips. Holiday turns an eye to the gray sky above wondering if today would bring rain or early snow.
@[Brennen]