by k i n g » Tue Sep 06, 2011 10:14 am
Refusing to talk to him, she turned away sharply and kicked up dust with her back hooves, taking off at a slow canter, her tail swishing. Apple's blue eyes gave way to worry, what if she got caught by the stallion? After a few minutes, she stopped and turned to see the stallion in the distance. She had to have traveled at least one small meadow's range. Her glare fell upon the mare standing beside him, she obviously had no intentions of helping Apple.