Post by Blue Mist on Oct 31, 2004 18:18:18 GMT -5
The dull sound of hooves against the Orchard turf is heard faintly. A slight rustle - and then a shapely equine face emerges from a small grove of trees.
The zenix shakes out her mane, sending droplets of clear water flying, and sneezes abruptly.
It's too wet here, too humid and cold. Her violet eyes regard the rest of the Orchard with faint distaste. This was a puzzling situation. She wished to return to her bright sun and dry grassland.. but on the other hand, she was already here.
She sighs softly, switching her tufted tail free of the entangling shrubs, and steps fully out.
worldzone.net/art/tekarani/meadow/images/ciran.jpg
The zenix shakes out her mane, sending droplets of clear water flying, and sneezes abruptly.
It's too wet here, too humid and cold. Her violet eyes regard the rest of the Orchard with faint distaste. This was a puzzling situation. She wished to return to her bright sun and dry grassland.. but on the other hand, she was already here.
She sighs softly, switching her tufted tail free of the entangling shrubs, and steps fully out.
worldzone.net/art/tekarani/meadow/images/ciran.jpg
