((Meh is on now, but ther's not alot I can do.))
Zilla made sure not to blush again as Kristy's comment, and in fact, as she thought about how kind her words where, she smiled. The thought was very warming and it soothed her. Suddenly she felt welcome and warm. She almost laughed at the bubly sensation she felt, but decided that it would seem more than rude. So, once more, Zilla held her tounge and gave a warm, broad smile. It was the first positive emotion Zilla had felt in a long time and she breifly wished it hadn't come sooner. She watched, intently, as the same mare picked up the carrot, eying her every move; when she chomped, a temple appeared above her eyes, barely touched by the forelock. Her eyes, stunningly bright, strayed across the pasture just in case anything would scare her. Her smooth ears swiveled every few seconds, the closer one pointed more twards herself and Kristy, as if listening to them. Her long, strong legs were all locked strait, prey for the back left, which she held in a more relaxed position like one would lean on a door or a friend. One leg bent, the other relaxed. The more Zilla observed, the warmer she felt. She became more at ease with her surroundings, as if time itself where holding its breath.
Zilla held it with the rest, taking in each savory moment. She let the wind t*censored*le her long hair, gleaming almost a purple in the fading light. (This wad the last lingering effect from her last coloring, but for the most part she had grown her hair completely nartural again.) The breeze was cool on her neck and she shrugged her shoulders as if to lock in the heat. Zilla and her world, for the first time in many years, was finally at peace. Maybr this is where I belong....