Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2015 5:58:09 GMT
KASIA
XX | 3 years | 15.3hh | Flaxen chestnut minimal tobiano | Brown eyes | Wanderer
It was the scent of lavender that beckoned her, drawing her away from the woodlands that she was accustomed to, out into the open meadows, out into the clear light of the dawn sun. But, much to Kasia’s surprise, it was not green grass that met her eyes. Before her the clearing was a sea of aromatic purple blossoms, bowing before the gentle breeze like thousands of tiny courtesans bowing to their king. The honey-coloured mare blinked her dark eyes a few times, her nostrils taking in the rich scent of lavender, feeling almost instantly soothed by its pungent smell.
Slowly and daintily, her feet began to propel her forward, until she was up to her knees in the purple haze. And the aroma continued to lull her, the sweet song of the breeze to charm her, as she drifted through the sea of lavender, her long, creamy tail dragging along the ground behind her like a bridal train.
Peace. It was a strange feeling to the young woman, her slender figure having still not ripened fully into maturity. But here, surrounded by swaying purple blossoms with their rich scent, she felt peaceful.
Folding her long legs, with their thick feathering (betraying her Gypsy Vanner heritage) beneath her body, Kasia lowered herself to the ground with a deep sigh. Here, she decided, she could rest, lulled by the soothing scent of lavender, and by the gentle chill of the breeze as it ruffled her tresses. She was barely aware of the sound of approaching footsteps behind her, so wrapped up in the aroma was she. Golden lashes fluttered over brown orbs drowsily, and she sighed again, deeply. She liked this place very much.
Slowly and daintily, her feet began to propel her forward, until she was up to her knees in the purple haze. And the aroma continued to lull her, the sweet song of the breeze to charm her, as she drifted through the sea of lavender, her long, creamy tail dragging along the ground behind her like a bridal train.
Peace. It was a strange feeling to the young woman, her slender figure having still not ripened fully into maturity. But here, surrounded by swaying purple blossoms with their rich scent, she felt peaceful.
Folding her long legs, with their thick feathering (betraying her Gypsy Vanner heritage) beneath her body, Kasia lowered herself to the ground with a deep sigh. Here, she decided, she could rest, lulled by the soothing scent of lavender, and by the gentle chill of the breeze as it ruffled her tresses. She was barely aware of the sound of approaching footsteps behind her, so wrapped up in the aroma was she. Golden lashes fluttered over brown orbs drowsily, and she sighed again, deeply. She liked this place very much.