Half Buzzed smirked and said, "I'm Half Buzzed." She was unsure whether he truly recognized her smell, as he did have a strange look on his face. She worried that it's possible that becuase of her scent, she wouldn't be liked, or be treated as an outsider. She was here now and needed to have at least someone watching her back. "Call me Buzzy," she added. "You are?"
Status wrote:Basics: 4 Year Old Dark Grey Thoroughbred Mare
Mood: Adventurous, becoming annoyed
Whereabouts: Unsure
Doing: Looking for someone to talk to
Form: Half Buzzed















