09-13-2016, 08:11 PM
The young mare inhaled deeply, the sweet air of the meadow filling her lungs. She loved flowers, loved the smell of the earth. She leaned down to examine a blue flower, her warm breath causing it to sway slightly before the wind caught it. She shook her head before moving to another flower. They were all so new! There was nothing like this where she was from! Her heart fluttered suddenly at the thought. Everything here would be new. Dull pain, loneliness, settled in where the excitement had been. She missed her family dearly but she was here. She knew this day would come and here she was. Silver Heart lifted her head, drawing in the sights. Yes, loneliness was painful but pain was a reminder of life.
The wind caught her wings, ruffling her feathers and snapping her out of her thoughts. She stretched her wings wide, letting the wind catch her, lifting her up for a moment before dropping her again. She threw her head back with a laugh before jumping up, letting the wind take her higher. She dropped down again, the sudden change in pressure causing her wings to get a bit sore. She had never used them much, there had never been the room. But here, she could see herself flying all the time. Speaking of flying, the shadow of a bird caught her eye. She looked up, watching what looked like a hawk to fly over. Her father had always said hawks were good luck. The mare whinnied, pawing at the earth as the hawk circled for a moment before flying away. It probably had a mate to go to, or maybe even a nest. Soon, she hoped, she'd have a place to call home.
The wind caught her wings, ruffling her feathers and snapping her out of her thoughts. She stretched her wings wide, letting the wind catch her, lifting her up for a moment before dropping her again. She threw her head back with a laugh before jumping up, letting the wind take her higher. She dropped down again, the sudden change in pressure causing her wings to get a bit sore. She had never used them much, there had never been the room. But here, she could see herself flying all the time. Speaking of flying, the shadow of a bird caught her eye. She looked up, watching what looked like a hawk to fly over. Her father had always said hawks were good luck. The mare whinnied, pawing at the earth as the hawk circled for a moment before flying away. It probably had a mate to go to, or maybe even a nest. Soon, she hoped, she'd have a place to call home.