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02-03-2013, 09:31 PM
The petite mare's foots steps made impressions in the soft ground as she edged down the slope. He blue eyes flickered nervously from side to side. Forest stood on one side of her, and the base of mountains on the other, funneling her into this new land. It brought her some comfort knowing she could escape into the forest if need demanded.
Jacinda had heard whispered tales of this place, and now that she was here the cremello was not so sure. Birds sang in the forest behind her, and the sun pounded on her back. the young mare forced herself to relax- nothing was going to happen. Still, she couldn't help but scan the area for danger.
The mare continued to shuffle along, somewhat unwillingly. Yet a hope still lived in her heart. Maybe here she could find a place where she truly belonged. A place she could call home. After three years of wandering, and the loss of her colt Jacinda was ready to stop her travels. She had seen so much of the world, and was ready to live in it. In a sudden burst of energy the mare reared up letting out a neigh. Landing on the ground Jacinda shrunk back, hoping her sudden cry had not brought unwanted attention to her. The last thing she wanted was to be attacked.
It was very irritating to the mare being so small. She knew she couldn't hold her own in a fight, and hated herself for it. I would be nice if she had been born taller, then she could be brave and fierce.
Oh what was she thinking about? It was silly to have so many thoughts floating around in her head. Jacinda knew she was brave, and fierce. Those kind of things had nothing to do with size. With a sigh the mare shook her head clearing away the silly thoughts.
Jacinda had heard whispered tales of this place, and now that she was here the cremello was not so sure. Birds sang in the forest behind her, and the sun pounded on her back. the young mare forced herself to relax- nothing was going to happen. Still, she couldn't help but scan the area for danger.
The mare continued to shuffle along, somewhat unwillingly. Yet a hope still lived in her heart. Maybe here she could find a place where she truly belonged. A place she could call home. After three years of wandering, and the loss of her colt Jacinda was ready to stop her travels. She had seen so much of the world, and was ready to live in it. In a sudden burst of energy the mare reared up letting out a neigh. Landing on the ground Jacinda shrunk back, hoping her sudden cry had not brought unwanted attention to her. The last thing she wanted was to be attacked.
It was very irritating to the mare being so small. She knew she couldn't hold her own in a fight, and hated herself for it. I would be nice if she had been born taller, then she could be brave and fierce.
Oh what was she thinking about? It was silly to have so many thoughts floating around in her head. Jacinda knew she was brave, and fierce. Those kind of things had nothing to do with size. With a sigh the mare shook her head clearing away the silly thoughts.
