Jeta

Jeta made her way down to the creek at a rare gait for her, a walk. Meeting the water's edge, she pawed at the surface, splashing up water on her slender chest and fore legs. Pinning her ears flat to her skull in a playful gesture, our princess suddenly leaped into the water, neighing loudly for any to hear. Rearing, she clawed the air with small hardy hooves and came down, splashing up the cool clear water on her stomach and legs. Trembling in its coldness, she whinnied again and took off down the stream, kicking and bucking up behind her.

Swishing her tail as she held it up like a banner, Jeta hopped over the rocks in the way with ease, snorting air through her nostrils to clear her airways as she continued her energetic play. Wide brown eyes took in everything in her surroundings and her path, always alert for sudden visitors and obstacles.

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they call me Jeta
they curse me mare
their lineage to me is unknown
they age me three winters
they paint me chestnut with a thin short blaze on forehead, no socks, brown eyes, red mane && tail
they measure me 14 hands