03-23-2017, 01:21 PM
The black and yellow mare wanders from the Meadow to the Field. It’s a short trip but she takes her time, observing her surroundings and others; it is spring time, and there is new life everywhere – ducklings, daffodils, darling children... The amount of newborn foals she is seeing means that she most likely has a new brother or sister by now.
The Field is not exactly bustling, but that does not put the black and yellow mare off any. The wide expanses of the tree-lined area is still somewhat of a novelty; she had forgotten how good it feels to be out of the claustrophobic embrace of the gigantic trees of the Taiga. If she felt guilt at leaving her family behind, it was only fleeting; she had told them she was going, this time, which is more than last time… At least now they wouldn’t wonder. It’s not like she was going to go far, either – she’d come back and visit, to see them all and to see her new sibling… but for now, she feels it is time to forge her own path, her own identity. It’s time to find out how she is. She has her roots, good, steady grounding roots – now she wants to know what kind of flower she will blossom into.
Yes, she had been living in the shadows of the redwoods for too long, and she couldn’t deny that the sun felt good against her back. She walked a little way in, bent her head, cropped at the grass at her feet, although she wasn’t hungry. She felt…weird. Excited, she realised. She was looking forward to whatever might happen, or might not happen. She restlessly lifted her head and wandered further into this commonland.
The Field is not exactly bustling, but that does not put the black and yellow mare off any. The wide expanses of the tree-lined area is still somewhat of a novelty; she had forgotten how good it feels to be out of the claustrophobic embrace of the gigantic trees of the Taiga. If she felt guilt at leaving her family behind, it was only fleeting; she had told them she was going, this time, which is more than last time… At least now they wouldn’t wonder. It’s not like she was going to go far, either – she’d come back and visit, to see them all and to see her new sibling… but for now, she feels it is time to forge her own path, her own identity. It’s time to find out how she is. She has her roots, good, steady grounding roots – now she wants to know what kind of flower she will blossom into.
Yes, she had been living in the shadows of the redwoods for too long, and she couldn’t deny that the sun felt good against her back. She walked a little way in, bent her head, cropped at the grass at her feet, although she wasn’t hungry. She felt…weird. Excited, she realised. She was looking forward to whatever might happen, or might not happen. She restlessly lifted her head and wandered further into this commonland.
...this is butts but you get the idea
