Althea

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ALTHEA ____________________________________

AGE
Five years.

GENDER
Mare.

PERSONALITY
She’s a bit of a strange one. She much prefers to keep to herself, though she isn’t afraid to speak when spoken to. She doesn’t have much of a filter on her mouth though she tries. Her “people” skills aren’t exactly up to par as she hasn’t had much practice in the past, which makes her awkward. She’s fairly adventurous and doesn’t like to remain stationary for long; she’ll often wander off without realizing it. Some would describe her as ditzy if you asked them.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Althea is a rocky mountain horse, through and through. She has the distinctive red-brown coat of one that’s darker around the belly and legs. Her mane and tail are cream-coloured and average in length. her muzzle is a bit long and her ears a bit pointed. Though her eyes are her most striking feature, by far, they’re the lightest of browns, and could be described as khaki. She stands about 15.4 hands high.

HISTORY
Althea wasn’t very far off when the tsunami hit the world of Night Sky. After the storm had died down she’d come to investigate almost immediately. Nothing interesting had ever happened in her homeland. She’d been born to a quiet mare in a quiet herd that lived on a quiet plain. It was the most boring existence a filly had ever known. They never passed anything that could be defined as exciting. Not even a little old thorn thicket. When she’d separated from the herd to lead a different kind of life they’d even given her a quiet farewell. Now after five years of practical silence she’s looking to make her own story, maybe one set on a different decibel level.