It is darker here than she’d anticipated; the sun struggles through the thick canopy of branches. Though the same trees have kept the snow from the ground, a bitter wind whips between the shadowy trunks and chills the tall young filly. Raene’s winter coat is moderately thick (appropriate for the climate of her homeland of the Falls), and despite its gaudy appearance does manage to shield her from the worst of the icy bite.
As she picks her way between the trees, her sunset orange coat begins to fade, darkening until it it is a dusky grey blue somehow remission of snow in shadow. For a moment, something almost like scales appears on her back leg, but it is gone between one step and the next, and Raene seems unaware of anything at all. sHe does feel armer though, and attributes it to a particularly large oak she’s passed by.
Choosing to pause beneath it, the leggy young horse takes a moment to look around. There are a few horses scattered here and there in the woods, but not so many as she had seen in the Meadow. She does hope someone will want to talk though. She wants - or perhaps needs - to learn more about what the world outside her sheltered home has to offer.
As she picks her way between the trees, her sunset orange coat begins to fade, darkening until it it is a dusky grey blue somehow remission of snow in shadow. For a moment, something almost like scales appears on her back leg, but it is gone between one step and the next, and Raene seems unaware of anything at all. sHe does feel armer though, and attributes it to a particularly large oak she’s passed by.
Choosing to pause beneath it, the leggy young horse takes a moment to look around. There are a few horses scattered here and there in the woods, but not so many as she had seen in the Meadow. She does hope someone will want to talk though. She wants - or perhaps needs - to learn more about what the world outside her sheltered home has to offer.