03-26-2023, 11:13 PM
Coming from the little greenery of the forest, she wanders from the green to the river where she takes her first sip of water. Her body and fur emitted by the sunlight that shows every detail of her looks.
She stares off to the distance as if to think about her long departed life from any horses and herd. A wanderer, a loner, where does she belong?
She is quite a drifter and observer. Perhaps she wishes for more. Where will she go? Where does her adventure start?
What is there in life for her really? As if left with many questions written all over her face. She may talk or may not. Who really knows?
She remains listening out though for anything that can occur or come out to harm or alarm her.
She stares off to the distance as if to think about her long departed life from any horses and herd. A wanderer, a loner, where does she belong?
She is quite a drifter and observer. Perhaps she wishes for more. Where will she go? Where does her adventure start?
What is there in life for her really? As if left with many questions written all over her face. She may talk or may not. Who really knows?
She remains listening out though for anything that can occur or come out to harm or alarm her.