Indigo. It was a name that matched her perfectly.
She was a small
mare, probably little more than 14 hands. Petite, delicate, small-boned. She wasn't exactly skinny, especially with her shaggy
coat which could withstand heavy winters. And it was indigo. The color of her coat was a deep blue with black ticking that
grew thicker as it worked its way down her short legs until they became black (c)
stockings. Running down her thin face was a thick, uneven white blaze
that became pink at the end of her muzzle. Her mane and tail were black, but at the ends faded to a reddish brown. They were
tangled and matted, but her tail was still long enough to brush the joints of her hind legs. Her stature showed no signs of
any distinct breed, but was more of a mixture of common features. (c)
Indigo paused for a moment, resting her weight mainly on her hind legs as she surveyed this
alien land that lay before her. Her small black ears flickered back and forth, looking to catch any movement or sound. She
didn't make any noise, although she was sorely tempted to. Instead, she preferred to sit back and wait for others to approach.