06-12-2017, 11:03 PM
Loey sat on the line between nervous and down right excited. She had never been around so many new equines. They were spread out across the meadow , her nostrils flaring as she drank in all of their different scents. Salt, dirt,wind, fire. They all smelt of far off lands and travel.
Her eyes darted between pelts of dark greys, bright whites, and colors she had only ever seen in rainbows. Manes short, long, and even spiraling into the grass and past hooves. These too varying in color.
Her own pelt was a startling aray of grays, with some whites thrown carelessly in there. Her mane being a light silver (boring compared to the purples and greens she had seen) that tumbled past her shoulders and curled slightly at the end.
She had no clue whom or what she would approach first! Her mind was torn between talking and getting a drink to soothe her aching throat (as she had been traveling for quite some time). With an empty snort the lithe mare pranced to one of the many streams that split the land. Others were there, though they seemed content to be left alone as they drank quietly.
Though she had no clue what they were thinking, she could only assume their thoughts were something along the lines of hers.
How had so many equines come together so peacefully, and so quietly at that? Why was it that they had all come to this place? What was this place?
Her sigh was quiet as she pulled her head from the water, shaking it slightly to rid her face of the liquid.
She turned then, facing the meadow once more. Whom would she talk too?
Her eyes darted between pelts of dark greys, bright whites, and colors she had only ever seen in rainbows. Manes short, long, and even spiraling into the grass and past hooves. These too varying in color.
Her own pelt was a startling aray of grays, with some whites thrown carelessly in there. Her mane being a light silver (boring compared to the purples and greens she had seen) that tumbled past her shoulders and curled slightly at the end.
She had no clue whom or what she would approach first! Her mind was torn between talking and getting a drink to soothe her aching throat (as she had been traveling for quite some time). With an empty snort the lithe mare pranced to one of the many streams that split the land. Others were there, though they seemed content to be left alone as they drank quietly.
Though she had no clue what they were thinking, she could only assume their thoughts were something along the lines of hers.
How had so many equines come together so peacefully, and so quietly at that? Why was it that they had all come to this place? What was this place?
Her sigh was quiet as she pulled her head from the water, shaking it slightly to rid her face of the liquid.
She turned then, facing the meadow once more. Whom would she talk too?