03-30-2016, 07:14 PM
The young mare was not amused. As she was trying to graze in a sunny field she had found, flies and other insects were buzzing around her. Lifting her head, Astara nipped into the air, determined to put an end to one of the little creatures herself. Normally, the mare was in no mood for natural annoyances of nature, so she quickly trotted away from the spot she had been grazing, for she was unable to bite the insects in the air.
Will I ever get some peace? She thought.
Standing stiffly, Astara gazed across the field, seeing unfamiliar creatures of her kind grazing peacefully. Yes, it would be her lot not to be able to do so. With a mental sigh Astara lowered her head, biting half-heartedly at the grass in front of her hooves. Her problem was not the chip on her shoulder, and that she was generally against the world, but instead it was not knowing how to get rid of it. But after losing her herd and mother to such tragedy, who couldn't feel the way she did?
Will I ever get some peace? She thought.
Standing stiffly, Astara gazed across the field, seeing unfamiliar creatures of her kind grazing peacefully. Yes, it would be her lot not to be able to do so. With a mental sigh Astara lowered her head, biting half-heartedly at the grass in front of her hooves. Her problem was not the chip on her shoulder, and that she was generally against the world, but instead it was not knowing how to get rid of it. But after losing her herd and mother to such tragedy, who couldn't feel the way she did?