Peace is a funny thing. It lulls you into a false sense of calm and then bam, your world falls apart. It's like the calm before a storm, or how the eye of a hurricane is always still and quiet. When Shariden stepped into the large field, that's what she felt, for the first time in a long time. Peace. The stillness of the world around her only made her more aware, more conscious of her surroundings. Fallen leaves crunched under her hooves as the dark mare steadily walked further into the clearing. She was a curious creature by nature, and this place, right now, was no exception.
She meandered over to a narrow waterfall, admiring it's simple and demure beauty. The flow was calm, and steady. Predictable. She tossed a hoof carelessly into the pool of water, jumping slightly at the unexpected coldness of it. Now, accustomed to the temperature and feeling playful, she stomped harder, seeing just how big of a splash she could create and nickering softly when it splashed up into her face. The bay mare looked around, suddenly self conscious of her childishness. She bowed her long neck gracefully pulling in mouthfuls of water, only stopping when her throat felt as though it was on fire from the icy temperatures of the water.
She stepped back and glanced around, still a little too shy to join any of the other horses around her quite yet. A blanket of clouds stretched overhead, preventing the sun from spreading the full extent of it's light and warmth. Her long, slender legs bent slightly as she stretched her tight muscles before dipping her head once again to munch on the frosty grass beneath her, conscious that it would soon be covered with a layer of snow.
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She meandered over to a narrow waterfall, admiring it's simple and demure beauty. The flow was calm, and steady. Predictable. She tossed a hoof carelessly into the pool of water, jumping slightly at the unexpected coldness of it. Now, accustomed to the temperature and feeling playful, she stomped harder, seeing just how big of a splash she could create and nickering softly when it splashed up into her face. The bay mare looked around, suddenly self conscious of her childishness. She bowed her long neck gracefully pulling in mouthfuls of water, only stopping when her throat felt as though it was on fire from the icy temperatures of the water.
She stepped back and glanced around, still a little too shy to join any of the other horses around her quite yet. A blanket of clouds stretched overhead, preventing the sun from spreading the full extent of it's light and warmth. Her long, slender legs bent slightly as she stretched her tight muscles before dipping her head once again to munch on the frosty grass beneath her, conscious that it would soon be covered with a layer of snow.
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