Ah the plains. A soft breeze whipped by her face and by God, Arcadia love it. Rasing her head to the sky, she let the sun bless her skin with soft kisses before snorting softly and lowering her head to the sweet grass. Her coat was a light pea green with a nearly white mane with a soft tint of green. Stars decorated her hair, bauble items, but made her seem more of what she was. One of her dreams. To fly. Fly higher then any other horse has and touch those stars that twinkle in the sky. But it was a low chance that that would happen.
Sniffing the grass she soon closed her teeth over some with a smile before shifting slightly to look around. Never did the mare go in the forest except during the winter when the bitter wind would rip any mare to shreds outside of the warm woods. Looking up now, she could see the white peeks of the close mountains and shook her head softly before letting the breeze carry her thoughts away. Her's was a quiet life until she ran into some snippy stallion, which seemed to be her skill as of late. She just wasn't meet to be with someone because when she became nervous she was as they call, not so pleasant.
Sniffing the grass she soon closed her teeth over some with a smile before shifting slightly to look around. Never did the mare go in the forest except during the winter when the bitter wind would rip any mare to shreds outside of the warm woods. Looking up now, she could see the white peeks of the close mountains and shook her head softly before letting the breeze carry her thoughts away. Her's was a quiet life until she ran into some snippy stallion, which seemed to be her skill as of late. She just wasn't meet to be with someone because when she became nervous she was as they call, not so pleasant.
