[open] In the Lamplight

[Gedrinth]

The Smoky Silver Gruella Pinto mare watched the sunrise. Her blue orbs gazed across the hushed field. A number of horses were still asleep, dew speckling their backs like a gentle, damp blanket. The female blink at the shear beauty, the auburn grass rolled in the gentle breeze. Shaking her arched neck, she threw droplets from her mane.

The morning was cool and crisp, a relief from the hot days of summer, and yet a foreboding of the chill of winter. She laid there until the sky was a rosy hue. The mare then rose and stretched, before walking over to a patch of dead flowers. Gedrinth smiled, knowing that they'd come back with life anew in the spring.

The birds began to break the silence, and more horses began to stir. Her ears flicked as she then started to nibble on the grass, watching the mist stir as reluctantly as some of the other horses rose.