01-28-2017, 02:41 PM
Lost in dreams once again he finds himself in a field of yellow poppies. Not any older than he was now. The rolling hills beamed with life of all kinds. The ever present Raven took to the skies playing games it seemed with the smaller song birds. A family of deer scattered along the tree line. Skittish little creatures popped in and out of hiding places. He stood proudly atop the tallest of the hills. Warm breeze fanned his feathers open...
A nudge was felt bringing him back to him laying next to his mother in the cold damp cave. He lifted his head watching her stand. Careful not to step on him. She didn't say stay so he jumped to his feet. Prancing fancy at her side. Stepping into the forest she headed in the opposite direction they usually traveled. He halted in confusion. Hazel orbs looked into the direction of the creek then back to her still walking away. Small snort rose from deep in his tiny chest as forelimbs reached forward. Quickly reaching her heels he kept pace. A rustle in the treetops caught his attention. The Raven leapt from one branch to the next. He eyed it curiously, smiling slightly at its familiarity. Always ever present wherever the young colt was...
It had been a tiring journey but his muscles grew stronger with each day. Peering ahead he could see a brightness he had never really seen before. The darkness of the cave and forest was all he has really known. As they neared the edge of the treeline he stopped abruptly still within the shadows. Muzzle lowered to the divide of light and dark. Would it hurt? Suddenly he felt a nudge as she lunged forward into the light. He spooked slightly, forelimbs raised collectively as hind limbs launched him forwards. Jumping into the sunlight as though he had to. He followed still unsure of what to think. She led them through the rolling hills and to the top of the highest hill. As they came to rest he glanced up at her as she scanned the area. His own orbs shifted to follow her gaze. It was as if his dream had come to life before him. The rolling hills of yellow poppies, the deer, the critters, all was before him now. He crown lifted proudly as lids closed. The warm breeze fanning his wings open...