04-27-2016, 06:11 PM
Winter had been rough on everyone, let alone lone horses. Food was scarce and many water sources were frozen over. The field, which was a haven of green grass for mares without herds most of the year, was covered in a sheet of white. Most homeless mares had managed to find homes before the worst of the weather set in, but the handful that hadn't were huddled in groups along the edges of the open plain under the meager protection of the encircling trees. All sought shelter and comfort from their comrades. All but one.
The pale mare was barely distinguishable from the landscape. If it weren't for her movement and the steam rising from her breath, then she would just be another patch of white amongst the landscape. Snow was shaken from her long, curled mane as dark eyes took in the landscape. A bright blue sky hung above the earth, unmarred by clouds. The large expanse of open sky and the pristine white field made it seem as if Luzia was the only thing between them. A being made of the snow that could reach up and pull the sky to the earth. It was almost magical. But then the young mares stomach growled and she was rocked back to reality.
Feathered legs trudged through the snow, picking up delicately over the drifts. Luzia came to a small rise and stopped, looking all around. The stream was frozen and there was no food anywhere within sight. The only place she could hope to find food was beneath her own hooves. Dark hoof struck into the snow, digging up the drifts of snow. After a few moments she reached the earth. A layer of moist yellow grass laid over thick mud. It didn't look particularly appetizing, but it was the best she could manage under the conditions. The thin mare dropped her head in to the pit she dug and pulled up some of the grass, choking it down. If she couldn't manage to figure something out soon, Luzia realized she likely wouldn't see spring.
The pale mare was barely distinguishable from the landscape. If it weren't for her movement and the steam rising from her breath, then she would just be another patch of white amongst the landscape. Snow was shaken from her long, curled mane as dark eyes took in the landscape. A bright blue sky hung above the earth, unmarred by clouds. The large expanse of open sky and the pristine white field made it seem as if Luzia was the only thing between them. A being made of the snow that could reach up and pull the sky to the earth. It was almost magical. But then the young mares stomach growled and she was rocked back to reality.
Feathered legs trudged through the snow, picking up delicately over the drifts. Luzia came to a small rise and stopped, looking all around. The stream was frozen and there was no food anywhere within sight. The only place she could hope to find food was beneath her own hooves. Dark hoof struck into the snow, digging up the drifts of snow. After a few moments she reached the earth. A layer of moist yellow grass laid over thick mud. It didn't look particularly appetizing, but it was the best she could manage under the conditions. The thin mare dropped her head in to the pit she dug and pulled up some of the grass, choking it down. If she couldn't manage to figure something out soon, Luzia realized she likely wouldn't see spring.