04-01-2020, 05:14 PM
At the ripe age of two, this little girl grows more restless by the day. Only so much time can be consumed chomping at graze, or grazing the common fruit and seed selection here in the Meadow. Of course it is often she will find an interesting stranger or two, a staple of a few commoner friends and some boys that chase her tail for fun – but really, truly, she is utterly unfulfilled. Leaving the Meadow doesn’t quite seem like an option she would explore; mostly for fear that her mother’s wrath would be most unpleasant. Still though, her restless spirit stirs through her hardy little skeleton.
It is mid-day and her mother is busy listless grazing, quietly minding her own business as she always does. The sun is high, summer is just around the bend, and this filly is electric with energy. She throws herself to the side with a squeal, a false spook, and it jolts her mother who stands close by. The older mare, scrunched lips, turns her heels and trots away from her whimsical daughter. Fenwe snorts at her mother and kicks her legs into the air before galloping in the opposite direction. The snows have melted and the muddy ground is clear for the first time in months. No snow or ice, only open ground, slippery and sloppy, but open. Fen’s hooves dig mercilessly into the soil, gouging it, flinging bits of earth in her wake as she tears across an open patch of fresh grass. It is the first time she’s truly stretched her fresh, older body. Her muscles are thick, her bones sturdy, built by the land and her parent’s lineage.
Her colors are most odd looking; a teal and white streak against the greens and browns of the earth, the baby blue of the sky. The sunlight makes her scales shimmer, smooth like glass, shiny and clean. Her colors have a opalescent glow even in the daytime, and especially so at night. She sets her heels into the soft ground and slides to a stop, her front legs throwing recklessly forward with a rear. She huffs, nostrils wide and tense, her veins showing beneath her delicate looking scales. She stands on a lone knoll, feeling victorious for no good reason, feeling each breath rolling into her chest as her heart pounds from the activity. Phew!
@[Alcinder] <3