Meyra walked slowly along the edge of the forest, the sun shining down on her without the comfort of a cool breeze or a cloud ready to slip over the bright orb to give some peace from the heat. The white mare came to a stop as she reached a small river, putting down her black spear and wading into the water to cool off a little. A pair of dragonflies darted past in their looping dance and the water lapped across the small soquili's fur pulling the dusty dirt away from her coat.
Meyra settled so she was laying in the water, leggs neatly fold under her her. The shallow liquid barely brushing at her shoulders,as it split to go around her, lapping against her lightly in an attempt to reach her backside. "This feels nice," she murmered to herself, closing her eyes as she relaxed.
