06-04-2016, 12:17 PM
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One thing about this grand old world is that it never stops changing, always and forever trapped in endless cycles of life. The spinning earth never failed to bring about new seasons and new life, always a new page to add to the life stories of those whom called it home. Winds continued to shift - ushering in the fierce winter chill and snows and before warding it off with the warming breath of spring.
The urgency that had once been in the winds as winter took hold had mellowed with the passing months... no longer holding the threat of dangerous cold and treacherous snow and ice. Now they slowed with the promise of more prosperous seasons with fewer worries for the wild creatures that resided in the whole of Beqanna. Yet again, Tashi continued to find herself defenseless to the siren call that the winds held for her.
This spring day, the dappled buckskin mare had wondered into the unfamiliar area that was the Meadow. Though it was still early yet in the growing season, the heads of the lush grasses already brushed her flanks with ease. In a few months' time, it would be likely to even reach her withers or higher if conditions were favorable. The Meadow was any foraging creature's dream and Tashi was no exception.
With the pleasantly warm spring sun glinting across her dappled back, the fem waded through the essentially chest-deep sea of green. Fluted ears flick almost lazily as she lets out a contented snort and halts after traveling a short distance into the open meadow, picking happily at the tops the green surrounding her. A buzzing fly causes her to pin her ears slightly and she shakes her thick mane with annoyance before snorting dismissively and returning eagerly to her grazing. What a wonderful day this was!
The urgency that had once been in the winds as winter took hold had mellowed with the passing months... no longer holding the threat of dangerous cold and treacherous snow and ice. Now they slowed with the promise of more prosperous seasons with fewer worries for the wild creatures that resided in the whole of Beqanna. Yet again, Tashi continued to find herself defenseless to the siren call that the winds held for her.
This spring day, the dappled buckskin mare had wondered into the unfamiliar area that was the Meadow. Though it was still early yet in the growing season, the heads of the lush grasses already brushed her flanks with ease. In a few months' time, it would be likely to even reach her withers or higher if conditions were favorable. The Meadow was any foraging creature's dream and Tashi was no exception.
With the pleasantly warm spring sun glinting across her dappled back, the fem waded through the essentially chest-deep sea of green. Fluted ears flick almost lazily as she lets out a contented snort and halts after traveling a short distance into the open meadow, picking happily at the tops the green surrounding her. A buzzing fly causes her to pin her ears slightly and she shakes her thick mane with annoyance before snorting dismissively and returning eagerly to her grazing. What a wonderful day this was!