**it seems that 'tis the season to be judging, and though the lonely soloist cares not to unveil her own opinions of the cadre, she takes some measure of interest in the thoughts of others. low and melodious whicker is emitted to abbadon, somewhat gratified for the positive opinion bestowed upon her ashen hide. indeed, p'raps the two would grow better acquainted and from it would sprout that swift-growing seedling of alliance. i had not known you well before, but this meeting has sparked some intrigue…all in good time**

.scrutiny.

**close analyzing of others' personas is taken, some indeterminate opinions forming in the deceptively deep mind of the vocalist. the complexities of the equine soul are not easily fathomed with accuracy, and before her thoughts are issued out, she shall form the opinions with great care. a slip of judgment is indeed unadvisable, particularly when the rank she wields is not one of great veneration among others. an inaudible snort tears from paper-thin nares, the ‘kindly’ sun much endowing her with its gilded illumination. a graceful flirt of patrician visage causes a swift flutter of her fair plumage in the satin zephyr, orics subdued and tranquil for the moment. did ever a stygian soul corrupt such a seraphic vessel? the frayed chimera of an amused chuckle lingers in the fresh air of newly-awakening earth. indeed, as some quaintly choose to term it, life is good**

.content.

**harmonious utterance of mingled respect and noncommittal companionship rolls from scorched velveteen 'fore graceful pistons provide a means of locomotion to a distance away, whereupon slender muzzle is delved into the lush em'rald shoots of sustenance at desirable location beneath. decapitation of vegetation occupying but a fraction of her mind, audits swivel and take note of many occurrences still as ivories slash the verdant blades beneath**

~siren~