| Luna | Herd Mare | 6yrs | 16.2hhs | Location: Herd | Mentions: Open to interactions |

The mare would be grazing peacefully in the herd, raising her head as Luna walks forward. Her tail swished at the flies to keep them from landing on her before shaking her mane, she wondered out of the herd as the mare lowered her head a bit as if looking for a good spot to roll to smell like the herd's location. Once the mare found a spot to roll, not realizing that she has wondered from a bit too far from the herd, lightly pawing at the ground to make sure that no rocks or anything would poke her before she started to go down, neatly tucking her front legs under her first before her back legs then be began to roll as her coat was slowly becoming dirty in the process.

The mare finished rolling as she laid there for a few moments before standing herself back up on her hooves, lightly shook herself as dirt and dust comes off her now dirty coat. Luna realized that she was a bit to far from the herd which caused the mare to get anxious as the mare hurriedly trots back to the safety of the herd.

Torbjorn | Bachelor Stallion | M: Vaguely the herd

The stallion was restless, mane shaking as the flies returned. He was glad the heat had gone away with the clouds, which now provided a fair amount of shade as he stood and grazed. A splash from the creek behind him catches his attention and he hurries to check it out, grass and leaves still hanging from his muzzle. Gaia. The young filly had been with him for a while now, not that he didn’t mind the company, and the pair had made it quite a ways despite how distracted she could be. Now she seemed to be enjoying the water, jumping and kicking at her reflection, or occasionally racing back to the safety of land when a fish swam by or some aquatic grass slithered along her leg. The old stallion chuckles, turning to watch her as he continues his lazy meandering for food.

Eventually, the filly returns to his side. Soaking wet and dripping water, she looked more like a drowned rat than a vibrantly splashed yearling. Bjorn nudges her shoulder, tossing his head in a gesture to follow as he makes his way back to the worn path, leaving the creek behind. Gaia was right there with him, prancing ahead or off to the side. Every so often she would stray from his sight, which meant he would stop and panic until he found her only a few paces behind, sniffing at something she was curious about. It was a routine, one he didn’t mind. The flowers, however, were an issue. The filly would stick her favorite flowers from the road into the tangled parts of mane she could reach, leaving him with a rather interesting crown at his shoulder. All that was lost as the calls of fellow horses reaches his ears. He nudges the filly pinning his ears and placing her at his flank as he tops the hill, watching the herd below go about their lives. Gaia was more interested in the fellow foals, most of which seemed to be racing and playing, nipping at each other and hurrying away. So he stood, filly at his side, eyeing the herd before him at a safe distance.

Oron | Bachelor Stallion | M: None

The stallion wasn’t quite sure where he was going, just that he wanted to go there. Open plains, dusty and littered with dying and equally dusty plants. His hooves made gentle thumps against the ground, dirt trailing him as he walked. Every so often he would find himself getting tired, at which point he would forget to lift his hooves enough and would ding them on rocks, or trip in general. He pins his ears, glaring at the rocks and plants. I hate this, he echoes in his mind.