03-30-2018, 04:18 PM
Sabra stood in the stoney glade which she called home, drinking from the little creek of melt water which flowed brightly through the trees. It was cold and clear and felt wonderful in contrast to the ever warmer days. Spring was metamorphosisizing quickly into the heat of summer, and she was ready for it. The last of her woolen winter coat was long gone, replaced with sleek opalesence. It was a relief that the itch of shedding was finished with at last.
Dipping an ivory hoof into the crystal water, she hummed lightly to herself. Oddly, she missed the days not so long ago when Kwartz never left her side. He was growing, though, and wandered further every day. It was his right, and she wasn't about to stop him. Still. She was alone more frequently than she would have liked. This was a kingdom, surely there must be someone to converse with here.
Kicking the water one last time, she hopped over the creek. Marching smartly through the woods, the queen set out to greet whomever she came across.
Dipping an ivory hoof into the crystal water, she hummed lightly to herself. Oddly, she missed the days not so long ago when Kwartz never left her side. He was growing, though, and wandered further every day. It was his right, and she wasn't about to stop him. Still. She was alone more frequently than she would have liked. This was a kingdom, surely there must be someone to converse with here.
Kicking the water one last time, she hopped over the creek. Marching smartly through the woods, the queen set out to greet whomever she came across.