05-04-2017, 01:10 PM
The sun was the first thing the spotted mare looked forward to seeing every morning. Radiant and luminous, it's rays danced across the hills rolling landscape. The morning light brought life to her home. If you were to pay attention you would come to notice the small rituals that twisted through the land. The morning doves with their singsong melody would perk up from their nests. With widespread wings they would take to the sky and dance through the clouds with a sort of elegance. The small fluffy rabbits would shake themselves free of sleep, and then they would hop from the bush. With glistening eyes full of the need to explore, their tiny noses would twitch before they started off in a quick run towards the tall grasses that spread across the landscape. The butterflies would begin to flit above the wildflowers that painted the land with color. The deer with their tiny fawns would make their way from the trees to the lake for a morning drink. Their fawns would chase one another in the form of a game while their mothers drank.
It was beautiful this, a morning so peaceful and harmonious. Most wouldn't care to stop and observe such natural ways of life. Yet Crota wasn't the type to ignore the small gifts of the world. Every day the small sized mare made her way to the tallest point in her home and looked down over it all. With bright eyes she would watch her home come to life in response to the sun's light. After some time, she'd turn to where the Hill's resident's slept. Then as they came into view, she would count them until she had seen them all and was able to note that they were all accounted for and safe. It was one of the many duties of running her home; keeping a close eye on her homeland's residents. Though they weren't only her homeland's residents. No. They were also her family. So once they were all awake and wandering about, she would finally head down the hillside to join them.
The rest of her mornings were usually spent conversing and exploring with the herd. Though this morning was different. It was one of the many days that called for the Hill's leader to make her way back to the lands of those in search of a home. Their own home was in need of more life, more personality and the only way to change that was to continue to recruit. With this weighing on her mind, the short legged mare makes her way out of her kingdom and towards the fields. With confident steps, her small hooves dig into the dirt as travels along the well beaten paths. Along with the sounds of the wind twisting through the tree leaves, she can hear the calls of the many creatures as she walks. With every few steps, her ears turn at a new sound as she tries her best to take in every part of the world surrounding her.
The pony doesn't want to miss a beat so to say. She wants to witness, to explore and to discover each little bit about the land that she can. That is, she wants to do her best to do so before she reaches her expected demise. This factor is one of the reasons she has been known among her resident's for consistently being the type to wander in and out of their home. So when she finally see's the field in the distance with it's various blooms of wildflower and golden grasses, Crota finally picks up speed. Her heart pounds with excitement and her skin trembles with a small rush of goosebumps. She wants nothing more than to finally be successful at helping build her home for those who wish to call it such. She knew that such things took time and effort. That in the beginning it was not always fruitful. But she had hope that her hard work would one day pay off and she would come home to a land thriving and full of equine life.
With an air of excitement and confidence the small mare bounces her way into the field at a trot. The soft grasses lick and tickle along the bottom of her belly and wrap around her muscled yet short legs. It's a welcoming feeling. A feeling that tells her that the day ahead is about to be a full and interesting one. With a look to the sky, her bright blue eyes close and she smiles to herself, enjoying the sun's warmth as it presses against her skin. With a silent prayer (for confidence of course) to the gods up above, she lowers her face with a slow grace and her eyes flutter open. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust, soft sun spots dancing through her vision as she blinks. Yet within seconds her vision has cleared. In response the view of the field spreads out before her in a beautiful display of color and activity. The tall grasses lower as the fan towards the center, reaching to about ankle height and the soft blue of the forget-me-not's dotting across the emerald color of the field's inner grasses is enough to draw anyone's eye.
Though on this particular day, it isn't the wildflowers dancing across the landscape that draw Crota's eye. Instead it is the metallic colored filly that makes her way across the land at a playful run. She watches as the stranger makes her way quickly across the grasses, her lean legs carrying her body with ease. A smile tugs at her lips in response, pulling memories from deep within of how she too used to run like that; with such freedom and grace. Though when the other fell to ground and twisted onto her back, and a smile could be seen tracing across her features, Crota couldn't help but chuckle when the other giggled. The unknown mare's silly nature brought a simple yet lovely sort of happiness to those around her. At least, that is what it did for Crota. So when the stranger flips upright once again and looks out across the lands, Crota is drawn to her like a moth would be drawn to a flame.
Before she is even aware of what she is doing, her short legs are carrying her towards the other at an eager trot. With a soft nicker of greeting, Crota announces herself so as not to startle the other and soon comes to a stop close by. "Hello!," she says brightly. Her voice is light and airy and she soon continues speaking, "I'm Crota! You look like you are having fun out here." It's true. It's something she couldn't help but notice and deep down she wished she too could do the same. Though before she knows it, her wishes are coming to light and forming into words. "I was wondering if I may join you?" Screw it. She deserved a day of fun too, right? It didn't always have to be business, did it? Though if it did, she could have fun while completing said business, can't she?
It was beautiful this, a morning so peaceful and harmonious. Most wouldn't care to stop and observe such natural ways of life. Yet Crota wasn't the type to ignore the small gifts of the world. Every day the small sized mare made her way to the tallest point in her home and looked down over it all. With bright eyes she would watch her home come to life in response to the sun's light. After some time, she'd turn to where the Hill's resident's slept. Then as they came into view, she would count them until she had seen them all and was able to note that they were all accounted for and safe. It was one of the many duties of running her home; keeping a close eye on her homeland's residents. Though they weren't only her homeland's residents. No. They were also her family. So once they were all awake and wandering about, she would finally head down the hillside to join them.
The rest of her mornings were usually spent conversing and exploring with the herd. Though this morning was different. It was one of the many days that called for the Hill's leader to make her way back to the lands of those in search of a home. Their own home was in need of more life, more personality and the only way to change that was to continue to recruit. With this weighing on her mind, the short legged mare makes her way out of her kingdom and towards the fields. With confident steps, her small hooves dig into the dirt as travels along the well beaten paths. Along with the sounds of the wind twisting through the tree leaves, she can hear the calls of the many creatures as she walks. With every few steps, her ears turn at a new sound as she tries her best to take in every part of the world surrounding her.
The pony doesn't want to miss a beat so to say. She wants to witness, to explore and to discover each little bit about the land that she can. That is, she wants to do her best to do so before she reaches her expected demise. This factor is one of the reasons she has been known among her resident's for consistently being the type to wander in and out of their home. So when she finally see's the field in the distance with it's various blooms of wildflower and golden grasses, Crota finally picks up speed. Her heart pounds with excitement and her skin trembles with a small rush of goosebumps. She wants nothing more than to finally be successful at helping build her home for those who wish to call it such. She knew that such things took time and effort. That in the beginning it was not always fruitful. But she had hope that her hard work would one day pay off and she would come home to a land thriving and full of equine life.
With an air of excitement and confidence the small mare bounces her way into the field at a trot. The soft grasses lick and tickle along the bottom of her belly and wrap around her muscled yet short legs. It's a welcoming feeling. A feeling that tells her that the day ahead is about to be a full and interesting one. With a look to the sky, her bright blue eyes close and she smiles to herself, enjoying the sun's warmth as it presses against her skin. With a silent prayer (for confidence of course) to the gods up above, she lowers her face with a slow grace and her eyes flutter open. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust, soft sun spots dancing through her vision as she blinks. Yet within seconds her vision has cleared. In response the view of the field spreads out before her in a beautiful display of color and activity. The tall grasses lower as the fan towards the center, reaching to about ankle height and the soft blue of the forget-me-not's dotting across the emerald color of the field's inner grasses is enough to draw anyone's eye.
Though on this particular day, it isn't the wildflowers dancing across the landscape that draw Crota's eye. Instead it is the metallic colored filly that makes her way across the land at a playful run. She watches as the stranger makes her way quickly across the grasses, her lean legs carrying her body with ease. A smile tugs at her lips in response, pulling memories from deep within of how she too used to run like that; with such freedom and grace. Though when the other fell to ground and twisted onto her back, and a smile could be seen tracing across her features, Crota couldn't help but chuckle when the other giggled. The unknown mare's silly nature brought a simple yet lovely sort of happiness to those around her. At least, that is what it did for Crota. So when the stranger flips upright once again and looks out across the lands, Crota is drawn to her like a moth would be drawn to a flame.
Before she is even aware of what she is doing, her short legs are carrying her towards the other at an eager trot. With a soft nicker of greeting, Crota announces herself so as not to startle the other and soon comes to a stop close by. "Hello!," she says brightly. Her voice is light and airy and she soon continues speaking, "I'm Crota! You look like you are having fun out here." It's true. It's something she couldn't help but notice and deep down she wished she too could do the same. Though before she knows it, her wishes are coming to light and forming into words. "I was wondering if I may join you?" Screw it. She deserved a day of fun too, right? It didn't always have to be business, did it? Though if it did, she could have fun while completing said business, can't she?
ooc: no html at the moment, i'm sorry! Also, I don't know what this is :| I decided to actually *try* writing properly today and I'm really rusty at extensive posts and "proper" writing. So please forgive this, lol.