Naam paard: Imogen
Geslacht: Merrie

Imogen was not born with a storm in her veins, but weak fingers and eyes that burned with waiting, with a wanting to spend each endless day to the brim. A girl who wished to spend her afternoons with simple laughter born of nothingness, her mother pulling at the skin of her forehead as she would style her daughter’s hair in braids and anything she could imagine. She was a girl who would run in pouring rain, a girl who ran with others her age, their lips held between teeth as they listened to the workings of the world, listened to the gossip of the city while picking flowers to braid in their hair.