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01-14-2013, 02:20 AM
![[Image: 246jts2.jpg]](http://i50.tinypic.com/246jts2.jpg) Eyelids thick with grey mascara scrolled open like fine drapes, revealing the ice white irises they had been hiding. Small, round hooves were rooted firmly to the earth as she rolled her gaze across the open night sky, waiting impatiently for her star to fall. Mother always said that a shooting star was a wish well-spent, that wherever it landed stood a horse worthy of magic. Although Baron had been fascinated by the stories of stellar myths and the never-ending cosmos as a child, she now found herself in a place where things like magic truly existed. It was exhilterating, amazing, and even hard in some aspects for her young mind to comprehend. Her vision of magic was a star lighting down from the heavens and christening her with a wish of her choosing. So she stood there, thin and gangly, hugged by the remnants of her Frostfall vest. The thick curls kept her warm against the chaste kiss of nights chill as she waited. With the coming spring she would look very different, sporting her new coat and new color, maybe she would look like a real princess then. Princess. What a joke. Nostrils flared and the chiseled nose of a youth stretched ever further toward the blue blanket of the sky. Silver-dollar stars glittered down at her, mocking her childish desires as they escaped in every direction except hers. Baron wrinkled her features into a face most un-befitting of a filly of her standing, her calibre. Then again how would anyone else know that, they knew nothing of her life, her hard-ships. With the newly blooming spring she was a yearling, a maiden beginning her slow coming voyage into woman-hood. Yet already she staked claim to a biography that deserved its ranks in the stories of legend, at least this is what she believed to be so. `Featuring Red Baron. `Word count: 311 `Tagged: Nooboodyyy `Ooc: Welcome me! |
