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The Threshold, cast in shadow due to the quickly setting sun, was full of life. Playful brown squirrels leaped from one tree to the next, sending a flurry of angry songbirds into the air as their perches swung lightly to and fro. The plentiful flora and fauna found on the ground housed bountiful swarms of insects and other furry creatures, both alone and traveling in family groups. Nature was at peace and preparing for nightfall, undisturbed as each critter ran off to find his den. At least, nature was almost undisturbed.
The grulla had been traveling countless nights and had almost reached her wit's end. She had started to question whether leaving her uneventful herd had been the smartest choice, and was beginning to welcome ideas of turning back and begging forgiveness. Surely her father, the lead stallion, would welcome back his own kin? He had to; she was his daughter!
The young mare was beginning to doubt her thoughts and quickly nipped them each in the bud. It had been her decision to leave her family behind and seek out other herds-- herds rumored to have wings of birds, or horns like man's weapons, or even magical qualities. It had all seemed like a fabulous world to the mare then, but now that she had been on her own for a moon she could almost believe that they were just old mare's tales.
"What were you thinking, Wyn?"
The mare spooked at the sound of an equine voice, bolting behind a fallen log to hide. It wasn't until her heart slowed that she realized it had been her voice, and she was chastising herself for leaving her old home.
It has been far too long. If I don't find another horse soon, I will surely go completely insane!
Her own thoughts frightened her; no horse ever wanted to have his mind turn against himself. In the silver mare's opinion, death would have a far more pleasant outcome than becoming mad. She didn't know what she would do if she went berserk, her mind snapping into two, irreparable.
Glancing around the now dark forest, the lonesome silver mare brought herself back onto the faint path, her head held low with weariness. All she wanted was some food in her belly and a nice, deep sleep, but for now she still had many miles to put under her hooves.
{So... Uh... Yeah. My first post, hooray! Sulwyn is open for pretty much any herd, seeing as I am so newbish to Helovia, so be nice to the newb here! XD}
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