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Blithely, the girl trotted through the wood, enjoying the Birdsong sun that filtered through the leafy canopy overhead. Now that spring was here, Nasreen found that she enjoyed traveling by foot. As long as she avoided the sticky pull of the occasional mud pit, the forest was pleasant to traverse—and bursting with new life! Though she had always loved the spring, Nasreen had never been so aware of how tender each new bud appeared, or how precious the young fawn she had glimpsed before it was hurried away by its dam. Perhaps it was a touch of spring fever, or perhaps it was some previously unknown maternal instinct, but she took her time strolling amongst the trees and frequently stopped her easy jog to examine a hidden bird’s nest or rabbit’s burrow. Each held a special wonder for her, and she hummed a little as she went, more content than she had been in a long time.
Presently, she saw the dark silhouette of another through the trees. Lifting her head from the wildflower she was studying, Nasreen moved closer, hoping to see who else was wandering in the wood. Gradually, a tall unicorn mare came into view. She was beautiful, Nasreen noted, with a glossy bay coat and a long, wavy mane. Dark flecks dotted her hide and stained her foreleg and shoulder, peeking through the coppery brown like inverse stars. In truth, Nasreen felt rather dwarfed in her presence—not only because the mare had a good two hands on her, but because she was so lovely and regal-looking. She was uncharacteristically shy in her approach, emerging cautiously from the grove to call a friendly, “Hello. Beautiful day, isn’t it? I don’t mean to disturb you,” she added, “I was just in a clearing nearby, and didn’t want to startle you. I’m Nasreen.”
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