She looked upward; always forever looking up to clouds or stars. It just so happened to be clouds this time. The kind that are big and white and not unlike puffballs that morph continuously into other shapes like dragons and unicorns. Or hippogriffs. Like some part of her knew instinctively that she belonged in loftier climes but remained earthbound through some cruel trick of magic and breeding.
But as much as wind and sky called to her, so did the earth. More so the green growing things that came from the ground like plants and trees. She could imagine herself festooned in flowers, something practical but colorful to offset the drab nature of her skin and hair, brown as a nut and black as a raven’s wing. Maybe creeper vines that twined the length of her legs and with fat purple or pale blooms.
Moonlet knew these were just flights of fancy, byproducts of an overactive imagination as she watched the clouds scud by. Her mood remained frivolous and unspoiled even by the pure fact that she was as ordinary as one could be. She resumed picking out shapes in those same clouds, watching animals take shape that she’d never seen. Elephants and lions, cows and antelopes, as her mind dulled down from the more imaginative creatures to baser ones like herself.
Eventually the clouds lost their luster and she swung towards the trees, intent upon no particular course - just away, just into the interlocking embrace of branch and leaf so she had no more clouds to chase with her eyes. Let the shadows roll on before, gamboling with shafts of light that came fluttering in. Even then, she could make magic of those inside her mind but it went blissfully still as she plodded along beneath the treetops.
She’s not sure how far she’d gone, how deep into the forest she’d wandered before a noise made her pause. It sounded like a huff, so she must be close to someone else. Moonlet couldn’t be sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Company or keep on going? For some reason, the bay girl turned towards the small disgruntled sound and called out, “You okay?”
It was short and precise, as she popped around a bend of tight knit trees and came upon a most curious sight. A horned creature rested its head against the trunk of a broad tree and seemed almost forlorn to Moonlet’s thinking. It made such a pitiful sight that it tugged at the strings of her heart and drove her forth in a boundless stride that was more like a great hop than anything else.
Moonlet let her nose drift close enough to land a light touch upon the spotted shoulder before claiming her own bubble of space scant inches apart from the unknown mare, and waited. She knew her action would earn a reaction, she just never knew what type of reaction it would be.
@[Eadaz]