Post by ::Sam:: on May 30, 2007 19:31:27 GMT -5
She was mostly white, but had a red covering. Wildflowers. Her soft gaits were slow and collected. If you didn't know any better you wouldn't think she was running at all. She snorted, watching her breath disapear in the misty air. It was humid and hot, and it was no weather for running. But Wildflowers had a mission. Okay, scratch that. She was really just trying to find a place to stay for a few days. This place seemed fine, and she had no other place to go. She slowed to a soft walk, barely pushing the bit and heaved a sigh of relief.
