Mystique's angular snow white body shifts to the side as she trots down towards the river. The grainy sands wriggle in between the graves of her hooves as they lightly dance with each joy given stride. Silvery tinted orbs flicker around while she is lost in her thoughts. What a perfect day it was here in the Throat. It was great flying weather for pegasi, great hunting weather, sparring weather, and perfect for playing! Mystique sort of wondered if Cera were to be over here, after all she usually hung around with him. Cera was her only, but her very best friend in the whole world! No one could ask for a better friend. He always made her comfort when she felt down, helped her confidence when she was nervous, and most of all he played with her! That was her favorite part. She knew soon enough she would not be able to play and have duties to the herd. She was excited for that, but it was nice just being able to be free for a while. The freedom she had never had since months ago when she met Cera and another colt Yol. The instant connection she had to the foals was like unlike something she had never felt. It was a strange feeling that occurred over her, a feeling of glee, but that was in the past. Mystique did not like to think about it, she liked to look to her future which she hoped would be much better. So far it had been so much fun and Mystique now felt confident enough to meet new horses. Maybe she would meet them today?

The river looked as clear as the sky, bright clear blue with a tint of white that shimmered. The bubbling sound relaxed Mystique as she reached her pinkish muzzle to taste the water. A rich clear taste trickled down her throat as she swallowed it. Ah, that feels better she thought as the water lightly fell off her now drenched muzzle. The clear blue water seemed to glimmer even more by the second. The sun’s rays lightly lay on the top line of the river making little designs that clung to the edges. She was intrigued by the shininess since ,well, she did have a shot attention span. She traced the designs with her right front hoof as she thought about the day. She wondered if anything interesting would happen? Flickering her creamy tail, she noticed that the Throat was now starting to look more dead. Yes, it was a desert, but that was not it. Maybe it was because now that BirdSong had arrived it was now starting to dry up. In FrostFall it looked so beautiful, like a land of someone would dream, but now it looked dry and muggy. Her tail twitched as she thought about it. She figured it was a good choice to stay by the bubbling river.