02-09-2018, 04:16 PM
Eyes open.
Stretch - paws first; each toe, then up through her legs, tail, to the tips of her ears. It’s time to start the day, she thinks.
She pads quietly through the tall grass, so small that she can’t quite see what’s in front of her, but presses on regardless. She doesn’t quite remember before, doesn’t quite know where she’s going now, but looks determined to get to there, so she trots on until she hears the murmur of others.
Siona stops suddenly, then, and picks her head up, struggling to see above the grass. What she can see is beautiful, though: the field opens up before her, a waterfall and a lake and other horses. The thought of company excites her, so she continues until she can see without struggling, ears perked forward.
There is no one quite like me, she thinks, looking around at the small groups gathered in the field. She is so young, so small, easily overlooked as she bears a closer resemblance to a fox than a horse: her unusual coloring, pawed feet, fluffy tail. She decides to move closer anyway, trotting quietly towards the lake - cooler in the heat of the middle of summer. She takes a drink, dipping her head down, ears alert, hoping for someone to approach.
Stretch - paws first; each toe, then up through her legs, tail, to the tips of her ears. It’s time to start the day, she thinks.
She pads quietly through the tall grass, so small that she can’t quite see what’s in front of her, but presses on regardless. She doesn’t quite remember before, doesn’t quite know where she’s going now, but looks determined to get to there, so she trots on until she hears the murmur of others.
Siona stops suddenly, then, and picks her head up, struggling to see above the grass. What she can see is beautiful, though: the field opens up before her, a waterfall and a lake and other horses. The thought of company excites her, so she continues until she can see without struggling, ears perked forward.
There is no one quite like me, she thinks, looking around at the small groups gathered in the field. She is so young, so small, easily overlooked as she bears a closer resemblance to a fox than a horse: her unusual coloring, pawed feet, fluffy tail. She decides to move closer anyway, trotting quietly towards the lake - cooler in the heat of the middle of summer. She takes a drink, dipping her head down, ears alert, hoping for someone to approach.
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