06-02-2025, 10:59 AM
The pure white coat of the young mare made her stand out some in the green background of the forest. She managed to lose her brother, well for now at least, he'd find her later on.
She loved being surround by plants, could feel their energy all around her, some much so she could walk with her eyes closed as she moved through the trees that skirted the edge of the meadow. It was probably all link to her ability of plant manipulation, she could effectively have them guide her to stop her walking into things.
Well that was at least the plan anyway, occasionally she'd end up walking into something.
With a sigh she opened her eyes, she wasn't use to being alone and as much as it was peaceful here, it was absent of any others. It made her feel lonely. She needed some companionship, some friends even because as much as she loved her brother being in his company an only ever his company could become overwhelming at times.
She was silent when something caught her eye in the distance, moving forward slowly and quietly as not to disturb the artist, because watching what he was creating was art. She watched from a short distance away, memorised by the creation and not wanting to disturb his concentration.
It was only when there was a lull in his manifestation that she finally spoke that's beautiful she said quietly, loud enough that he'd hear here, but not enough to shatter the silence.
She loved being surround by plants, could feel their energy all around her, some much so she could walk with her eyes closed as she moved through the trees that skirted the edge of the meadow. It was probably all link to her ability of plant manipulation, she could effectively have them guide her to stop her walking into things.
Well that was at least the plan anyway, occasionally she'd end up walking into something.
With a sigh she opened her eyes, she wasn't use to being alone and as much as it was peaceful here, it was absent of any others. It made her feel lonely. She needed some companionship, some friends even because as much as she loved her brother being in his company an only ever his company could become overwhelming at times.
She was silent when something caught her eye in the distance, moving forward slowly and quietly as not to disturb the artist, because watching what he was creating was art. She watched from a short distance away, memorised by the creation and not wanting to disturb his concentration.
It was only when there was a lull in his manifestation that she finally spoke that's beautiful she said quietly, loud enough that he'd hear here, but not enough to shatter the silence.