by moved2 Harmony Lock » Mon Dec 12, 2011 11:49 am
Zoxyria kept sketching, near tears. She was drawing her old horse, James, who she loved more than anything, but had to leave behind. "If I had one wish, It wound to have you here Jamesy boy." She said, fighting back tears, and continuing her sketch. It was a pose of James, her Brown and white paint horse rearing, his ears and tail perked. She taught him to do it.