Brisk autumn winds over a cool, yellowing scene. What more could one want? Everything was here, from the food and water to the content atmosphere that hung over the field like an aura of happiness. It was still early in the day, the dew had not yet evaporated and in some cooler, shady patches the grass was frostbitten and icy. Skitz didn't mind, she quite enjoyed the cold, helped clear her mind. What are you talking about? Your mind is never clear, it belongs to me silly goose, I'm always here watching over you and your mistakes. I never miss a thing, you know that. The arabian kept moving, her bay coat blending in with the earthy tones of the dying foliage that surrounded her. A few other horses were scattered around, some mares and some stallions, but Skitz hardly cared. You see, she was on a mission.
What mission you ask? Well she didn't really know exactly, but she knew she had to head in this direction to accomplish her goal, whatever it was. Not that she really knew how she knew, but she felt it to be right; felt it right in her gut she did. Skitz was keen on following her instincts, they hadn't killed her so far and she had always been told to listen to her instincts. Skitz was also told that most other equine's instincts didn't actually talk back to them. Oh well; their loss.
Finally, her dew soaked legs brought her to a halt. This was the spot. Now, what she was supposed to do, Skitz had absolutely no clue. Was she supposed to wait? Or eat? Or call out? Or maybe even dig a nice hole, that could work. Yes, digging sounded quite lovely right now. Don't let the worms see, Skitz, they'll come back later for revenge.
The small bay started pawing at the earth, her daggers breaking through the sod and creating a small pit, several feet wide but only a couple inches deep at any given point. Oh this won't do, this certainly won't do... She must dig deeper to unlock whatever quest it was that she needed to fulfill. Mustering all her strength, Skitz again began to dig, one paw at a time as a horse must do. By the time she raised her head up again the pit had grown to be 2 feet deep at the deepest point, tapering off into shallower depths towards its edges. Yes, this was perfect, what a perfect little hole. Of course, by the end of her ordeal, Skitz had managed to cover half of her body in grayish-brown dirt, and specks of yellow grass stuck to her all over.
Wait, what in the hell was she doing in a hole?! Skitz hopped out, and stood on the edge of her small pit, peering into it as if it was miles deep. Woo, what a dig, whatever made this thing must be humongous!
What mission you ask? Well she didn't really know exactly, but she knew she had to head in this direction to accomplish her goal, whatever it was. Not that she really knew how she knew, but she felt it to be right; felt it right in her gut she did. Skitz was keen on following her instincts, they hadn't killed her so far and she had always been told to listen to her instincts. Skitz was also told that most other equine's instincts didn't actually talk back to them. Oh well; their loss.
Finally, her dew soaked legs brought her to a halt. This was the spot. Now, what she was supposed to do, Skitz had absolutely no clue. Was she supposed to wait? Or eat? Or call out? Or maybe even dig a nice hole, that could work. Yes, digging sounded quite lovely right now. Don't let the worms see, Skitz, they'll come back later for revenge.
The small bay started pawing at the earth, her daggers breaking through the sod and creating a small pit, several feet wide but only a couple inches deep at any given point. Oh this won't do, this certainly won't do... She must dig deeper to unlock whatever quest it was that she needed to fulfill. Mustering all her strength, Skitz again began to dig, one paw at a time as a horse must do. By the time she raised her head up again the pit had grown to be 2 feet deep at the deepest point, tapering off into shallower depths towards its edges. Yes, this was perfect, what a perfect little hole. Of course, by the end of her ordeal, Skitz had managed to cover half of her body in grayish-brown dirt, and specks of yellow grass stuck to her all over.
Wait, what in the hell was she doing in a hole?! Skitz hopped out, and stood on the edge of her small pit, peering into it as if it was miles deep. Woo, what a dig, whatever made this thing must be humongous!