It had been a long, long time since she'd felt desperate. She'd longed for things - adventure, thrills - but never felt true desperation. At least not until now. Even along this whole exciting, terrifying, wondrous journey, she'd never felt the need for food, water or safety as much as she wanted for company now.
She'd never admit it to anyone, but she'd been.. reckless. She really hadn't thought things through, and although she hoped it would be the best decision of her life at the moment it was the worst. At first, the excitement had kept her going - snatching sleep in places of safety, sneaking just out of sight of strange herds.
She'd never approached one of these herds though. None of them had felt like... home. But then, what was she expecting? How could a herd of strangers be home? Now she was wishing that she had stayed around one of them a bit longer. The last two years had lent her a growing sense of loneliness, which she had dismissed at first as weak. I'll find another one. There's plenty of time. But it was grinding her down a little although she hated to admit to it.
She was a little fed up now, and didn't fancy wandering aimlessly anymore. She was feeling dull, exasperated and grumpy. Blowing brashly through her nostrils, her spirit lifted as she bounded down a gentle, grassy slope. She sprung to a stop, snorting with her nostrils flared and eyes wide. An odd herd beneath the trees, a myriad of colours and sizes backed by a small pretty lake and tinkling waterfall. All mares? she pondered, and strode confidently into the clearing, mingling with the others, a slight smile on her lips, her eyes set like bright jewels in her dainty face.
She'd never admit it to anyone, but she'd been.. reckless. She really hadn't thought things through, and although she hoped it would be the best decision of her life at the moment it was the worst. At first, the excitement had kept her going - snatching sleep in places of safety, sneaking just out of sight of strange herds.
She'd never approached one of these herds though. None of them had felt like... home. But then, what was she expecting? How could a herd of strangers be home? Now she was wishing that she had stayed around one of them a bit longer. The last two years had lent her a growing sense of loneliness, which she had dismissed at first as weak. I'll find another one. There's plenty of time. But it was grinding her down a little although she hated to admit to it.
She was a little fed up now, and didn't fancy wandering aimlessly anymore. She was feeling dull, exasperated and grumpy. Blowing brashly through her nostrils, her spirit lifted as she bounded down a gentle, grassy slope. She sprung to a stop, snorting with her nostrils flared and eyes wide. An odd herd beneath the trees, a myriad of colours and sizes backed by a small pretty lake and tinkling waterfall. All mares? she pondered, and strode confidently into the clearing, mingling with the others, a slight smile on her lips, her eyes set like bright jewels in her dainty face.