4″Rose, you and the herd had been running for ages, occasionally pausing for drinks, breaks or to graze. The herd was now in a open herd with trees lining the herd, a river running through it. Rose, looking around for you, soon found you sitting in a tree in human form. So as she turned human, she laughed and grinned, shaking her head as she leant against the trunk, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms.... Horse's aren't meant to be in trees Y'know...
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