08-23-2017, 12:11 PM
It was one of those days that set the soul at ease. The sun was high, casting a long awaited warmth after the chill of the night before. Only the birds' songs and the rustling of vegetation in the wind were to be heard.
Enjoying the peace was a petite chestnut mare, the image of serenity itself. Her head hung low with steady breaths shifting the air before her. The pink on her bottom lip was clearly visible as it drooped with the overwhelming relaxation. Dark eyelashes covered her hazel eyes while her lids became low. Her haunches were slanted into a steady slope with her right hoof planted at the tip, curving her leg at each joint.
Her coat looked as if it had been woven with copper flecks wherever the sun hit. The splashes of lighter fur blended as her coat grew thicker with the cooling season. Flaxen hairs splayed over either side of neck, easily manipulated by cowlicks.
If not for the periodic swish of a dark tail one might believe she were a statue. She was still very much aware of what moved around her. Every sound set her ears to swiveling in attempts to identify it. No scent went unnoticed by her wide nostrils. Despite her peaceful demeanor, she was ready to bolt if it became necessary.
Enjoying the peace was a petite chestnut mare, the image of serenity itself. Her head hung low with steady breaths shifting the air before her. The pink on her bottom lip was clearly visible as it drooped with the overwhelming relaxation. Dark eyelashes covered her hazel eyes while her lids became low. Her haunches were slanted into a steady slope with her right hoof planted at the tip, curving her leg at each joint.
Her coat looked as if it had been woven with copper flecks wherever the sun hit. The splashes of lighter fur blended as her coat grew thicker with the cooling season. Flaxen hairs splayed over either side of neck, easily manipulated by cowlicks.
If not for the periodic swish of a dark tail one might believe she were a statue. She was still very much aware of what moved around her. Every sound set her ears to swiveling in attempts to identify it. No scent went unnoticed by her wide nostrils. Despite her peaceful demeanor, she was ready to bolt if it became necessary.