KOMA!
The slender porcelain doll cruised over the stretch of placid forestland- her crystal cerulean eyes examening the rolling foreground. Delicate pendulum of the tiny beige hooves tracing over the tufts of grass were silent gestures of muscle compulsion, driving her forwards. The maid's shoulders sloped and curved with the elegant gait that she obtained, until she decided that it was time for her to console a soothing walk. Broad nostrils flared gently to intake a brief sigh and to exhale another sigh. The sun diluted the sky a crisp pink-orange- nightfall was urging over the western horizon. Another soft sigh was muffled before her thin boned porclean bodice settled in brown brush- where fronds grew over her crown as she laid- her thick flaxen tassles entwining with the weed, her frame hidden for rest.