06-14-2018, 07:13 PM
Once upon a time, there was a young girl.
She was beautiful, and sweet, and had a fierce sense of adventure. It was because of this adventurous streak that one day she decided to leave the care of her parents in the forest to seek her own fortune. With a smile and a kiss she bade them farewell, setting out from their quiet glen off into the beckoning world.
The wild garden of home loved the girl and decided to take it upon itself to follow her on her adventures. They took it in turns to mind her and do their part to keep her from homesickness. With the heat of summer, wisteria vines bloomed and twined with the inky locks of her mane and tail, sweetly perfuming the air about her. Like a fairy of old she made her way from the depths of the forest and into the west. It wasn't long until her path brought her unknowingly into the Taiga.
Trees soared higher than she'd ever seen, massive ponderosa and redwood that made her feel small in the world. The lithe girl smiled at them, humming softly to herself in the misty silence. Shadows grew long as the day aged. She had been walking all day and had yet to come across another soul. Growing tired and a bit hungry, the spotted girl began looking for a suitable place to rest for the night.
Finding a hollow in an enormous tree, she lay down to rest in a bed of pine needles. The night was cool, and lonely without the familiar voices of her mother and father murmuring in the darkness. Starting her song back up, and thankful to the homey scent of wisteria in the night, the filly dozed against her tree until dawn.
She was beautiful, and sweet, and had a fierce sense of adventure. It was because of this adventurous streak that one day she decided to leave the care of her parents in the forest to seek her own fortune. With a smile and a kiss she bade them farewell, setting out from their quiet glen off into the beckoning world.
The wild garden of home loved the girl and decided to take it upon itself to follow her on her adventures. They took it in turns to mind her and do their part to keep her from homesickness. With the heat of summer, wisteria vines bloomed and twined with the inky locks of her mane and tail, sweetly perfuming the air about her. Like a fairy of old she made her way from the depths of the forest and into the west. It wasn't long until her path brought her unknowingly into the Taiga.
Trees soared higher than she'd ever seen, massive ponderosa and redwood that made her feel small in the world. The lithe girl smiled at them, humming softly to herself in the misty silence. Shadows grew long as the day aged. She had been walking all day and had yet to come across another soul. Growing tired and a bit hungry, the spotted girl began looking for a suitable place to rest for the night.
Finding a hollow in an enormous tree, she lay down to rest in a bed of pine needles. The night was cool, and lonely without the familiar voices of her mother and father murmuring in the darkness. Starting her song back up, and thankful to the homey scent of wisteria in the night, the filly dozed against her tree until dawn.