Post by horselover123 on Apr 7, 2007 11:20:51 GMT -5
Zina trotted elegantly into the clearing. Her chesnut paint coat gleaming like the sun itself. She let her legs carry her with ease and grace as she circled the clearing intently. She decided to stop, her blue eyes watching intently for a worthy stallion. She let out a high loud whistle stomping her beautiful shiny dagger with anticepation. Then she waited, as still as a statue, for a worthy stallion to come upon here.
