Post by rose on Aug 13, 2007 15:04:46 GMT -5
Oh I think pink is my colour;
I won't drink from no other lover
It is almost midday when she reaches her destination, and it does not take her long survey the surrounding area and deem it passable at the least. There is little shelter here, and she can tell that she would swiftly grow hungry if forced to stay here for any length of time, but she only intends this to be a short visit. The presence of the volcano rising up to the heavens behind her might have been unsettling, but Rosé has always had a thing for flirting with danger. She has a thing for flirting with other horses too, though she's rather more picky when it comes to them.
The air is rife with scents, though, and the chestnut mare cannot help but be intrigued. Several mares have passed this way quite recently, she deducts, but their gentler perfumes are overlaid by the more masculine scents of a stallion. Perhaps if she waits long enough there will even be a little entertainment to go with her sunshine and her grass, because that's all that other horses are to her, really.
Entertainment, so let the games begin.