04-08-2020, 07:45 PM
Questa rose to a warm morning, she pondered the day that lie before her. She had done nothing but rest the past few days. She knew that she needed to befriend another. Someone who knew the land. However, she was afraid. She was unsure of what was ahead of her. She stood quietly alone, hidden in the tall trees. Her ears moved in every direction, searching for danger or a potential companion.
Finally, someone else was near. Her body jolts at the sound of splashing water and scurrying creatures. Her head raises high, ears perk as she searches for the source. Her eyes scan until they land on a creature she feels is like nothing she has experienced before. He looks tall, taller than her. She now knows the small animals of the forest were fleeing from him. She asks herself if she should do the same. But she cannot, she is much too consumed in the dark horse that walks before her.
Questa remains silent, trying to decide her next move. She lowers her head, hoping he will not catch her. But she knows that will not hold true, he will see her, she is sure.
Finally, someone else was near. Her body jolts at the sound of splashing water and scurrying creatures. Her head raises high, ears perk as she searches for the source. Her eyes scan until they land on a creature she feels is like nothing she has experienced before. He looks tall, taller than her. She now knows the small animals of the forest were fleeing from him. She asks herself if she should do the same. But she cannot, she is much too consumed in the dark horse that walks before her.
Questa remains silent, trying to decide her next move. She lowers her head, hoping he will not catch her. But she knows that will not hold true, he will see her, she is sure.