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01-03-2013, 10:41 PM
How far had she walked...? How long? Peppermint didn't know. But, here she was, in the threshold, the front steps to her old home, helovia. Could she return? Back to this oh so familiar land. Did she want to? After all, this was where her foster mother had been murdered. She could always keep on traveling, away, and find a new home somewhere else. But hadn't she already tried that? Her wandering heart was tired, and she wanted to go back. Peppermint lay there, in the ever green grass, in the sparkling sunlight. She pondered about her options. "I will stay." she finally decided. Well, then, it's off to look for others then.
She slowly trotted, admiring the greenery. How beautiful it is! It seems so peaceful, comepletely unaffected by the changing of our lives. Even in frostfall, it was so calm, here in the threshold. She wandered through, her heart light, her steps flowing. A thrush called on the treetops, and she stopped. Of course! Her wings. How could have she forget them! Spreading them wide, she flew up into the wide, blue sky. Looking down at a field of green, she temporarily forgot all her troubles, her battles, and her history. Then something cried out in the distance, and her heart darkened again. She lighted down, and started at a walk.
Trotting through, she perked her ears up for any sound, her nose flared for any scent. So far she found none. Her eyes were keen, and they searched for any signs of another equine beast. She spotted a red vixen, prowling about, she viewed a large caribou graze the sweet shrubs. Still no horse. Wait, was that a scent? A branch crackling, hoof beats in the near trees. They belonged to a horse. She waited,making herself appear to not be a threat.
She slowly trotted, admiring the greenery. How beautiful it is! It seems so peaceful, comepletely unaffected by the changing of our lives. Even in frostfall, it was so calm, here in the threshold. She wandered through, her heart light, her steps flowing. A thrush called on the treetops, and she stopped. Of course! Her wings. How could have she forget them! Spreading them wide, she flew up into the wide, blue sky. Looking down at a field of green, she temporarily forgot all her troubles, her battles, and her history. Then something cried out in the distance, and her heart darkened again. She lighted down, and started at a walk.
Trotting through, she perked her ears up for any sound, her nose flared for any scent. So far she found none. Her eyes were keen, and they searched for any signs of another equine beast. She spotted a red vixen, prowling about, she viewed a large caribou graze the sweet shrubs. Still no horse. Wait, was that a scent? A branch crackling, hoof beats in the near trees. They belonged to a horse. She waited,making herself appear to not be a threat.
