The sun was about to rise, you can tell because the sky starts to turns pink. The birds in the sky begin singing their songs calling to one another like they are lover's searching for one another, the lost and the lonely are only up at this hour. For the lonely the sun paints its welcoming colors of pink and orange in the blue sky chasing all the stars away, because you see the stars are for the lover's. For the lost the sun rises so that they may follow it and find something in it's rays.

With the sun rising Sabia had set off from the Throat and let her wings carry her where they wished, it was something she did often now that she was free from her birth herd. Making up for lost time is what the mare called it, often she would set off without telling any horse and be gone for hours. Sabia was not yet needed in the herd so there was no one to miss her so the mare took her sweet time exploring, always careful not to trespass into another herds territory.

Sabia had been flying for some time and her wings began to tire out, the clouds were also gathering and made it difficult for Sabia to see. Deciding to land Sabia settled for the faint outline of greenery she could see beneath her. However when she landed Sabia saw nothing but fog, snorting with disappointment the mare folded her wings to her side and began to walk hoping to find something in the fog that was worth her time.

It was then the fog began to part like a veil and Sabia noticed faint outlines of large rocks reaching out to the sky like desperate birds with broken wings. Quickening her pace the rose grey mare parted through the fog and was revealed to the mountains who's size defied everything Sabia thought she knew of mountains, the mare had never seen such things before.

Sabia stood there with glittering amazed green eyes and watched as the sun rose up behind the mountains. The rays outlined her body like a gentle caress of warmth, it all seemed like a dream if someone happened upon Sabia. The green lush field, the mountains, and a beautiful sun all had to be a dream thought Sabia.

Sabia was desperate to see what she never got to in foalhood and often dreamed of what she might see only to wake in the Throat, Sabia was a slave to her dreams only ever getting to see what they wanted her to see and never getting to experience it.

Put me through hell again, I miss the fire.

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