Musica's stall

[Sudsies { Phishwaffle }]

The grey mare snorted, pacing the large box stall, legs crossing as she turned inside the luxurious space. The promising smell of sweet hay hung in the air, filling her nostrils with delicious scents. Nickering, she walked over and hung her finely chisled head over the stall door, sticking her nose out at a groom who passed by. Upset at being ignored, Musica tossed her muzzle, darker grey mane flying up before settling back in it's place. Bored, the dappled equine ducked back inside her stall, returning to her relentless pacing.