Looking Lonely

[SaphiraG1rl]

A young mare trots around, enjoying the view. She was just out of heat, and wondering when she will find her own mate. In her two years of searching, three seasons a year, she hadn't found anyone. She was getting into her early prime, and raised her curved neck to neigh shrilly as she came to a stop. A herd was nearby, but she paid no heed to them. They all had mates, as far as she could smell. She snorts and grazes, alone, so alone.