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11-23-2012, 10:32 AM
(Excuse the lame title :p)
A cloudless blue sky sat above the meadow today. There was a chilly wind, but the sun shone brightly, warming the back of a pegasus mare. The desert was a nice place to be during Frostfall, but there wasn't much in the way of food or shelter. Those with wings could cross the sands easily, those without were resigned to a long trek, perhaps that was why the Throat horses lived there.
Aryel could tell this area was frequently traveled by equines, faded hoofprints and old trails crisscrossed the pastures. She had yet to see any today, though. She cropped another mouthful of grass, shifting in place as tall tan weeds tickled her sides. A rustling noise interrupted her daydreaming, and she turned as a fox cub bounded out of the grass, chasing a beetle with the sort of single-mindedness only youngsters were capable of. Once it had trapped the beetle under it's paws, it seemed to noticed the horse for the first time. With a yap of fear, it dived back into the grass again, relinquishing it's prey. Aryel gave a good-natured snort, scanned the grass again for danger, a habit she had learned from her time as a nomad, then resumed eating.
A cloudless blue sky sat above the meadow today. There was a chilly wind, but the sun shone brightly, warming the back of a pegasus mare. The desert was a nice place to be during Frostfall, but there wasn't much in the way of food or shelter. Those with wings could cross the sands easily, those without were resigned to a long trek, perhaps that was why the Throat horses lived there.
Aryel could tell this area was frequently traveled by equines, faded hoofprints and old trails crisscrossed the pastures. She had yet to see any today, though. She cropped another mouthful of grass, shifting in place as tall tan weeds tickled her sides. A rustling noise interrupted her daydreaming, and she turned as a fox cub bounded out of the grass, chasing a beetle with the sort of single-mindedness only youngsters were capable of. Once it had trapped the beetle under it's paws, it seemed to noticed the horse for the first time. With a yap of fear, it dived back into the grass again, relinquishing it's prey. Aryel gave a good-natured snort, scanned the grass again for danger, a habit she had learned from her time as a nomad, then resumed eating.
Thanks for the good times, and no hard feelings for the bad times.
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.
