04-18-2016, 07:23 PM
Astara
She had been there before, in the field. And it was there she found herself again, seeking a new home. Astara trotted out into the center of the grassy clearing, feeling as renewed as the trees that were now shedding old leaves. Autumn had come, and she wondered exactly where life would take her before the end of the short season.
Her heart was less bitter than it had been only a short while ago, but the loss in her past was still painful. Perhaps, having a family of her own one day would ease it. Astara bowed her head to the grass to graze, keeping a watchful eye on the horses around her. This was a waiting game, and so wait she would...
Her heart was less bitter than it had been only a short while ago, but the loss in her past was still painful. Perhaps, having a family of her own one day would ease it. Astara bowed her head to the grass to graze, keeping a watchful eye on the horses around her. This was a waiting game, and so wait she would...
searching for peace
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