As the days grow longer, Myrna has often found herself wandering through the common lands. She never has any particular destination in mind, and is often accompanied by one or both of her children. Today they both had chosen to remain in the Gates, declining their mother's offer of a journey to the Meadow, and so the pale palomino mare wanders alone through the waving grasses.
She takes a deep breath of the warm summer air, and it takes her a moment to realize that she is not alone. That is the scent of another horse - not a deer or other wild beast.
"Hello?" She calls out, using her voice and then her eyes and ears to locate the stranger. She does not hear a response, and when she can see or smell nothing, she continues further into the Meadow. Only when she is nearly at the opposite edge does she see other mare, her tricolored coat impossible to miss against the summer dappled green.
"Hello!" Myrna calls out again, her voice as warm as her smile as she draws closer, oblivious to the foal at the other's feet and her wearniess, so excited is she to find someone in the Meadow. "It's a lovely day, isn't it?"
She takes a deep breath of the warm summer air, and it takes her a moment to realize that she is not alone. That is the scent of another horse - not a deer or other wild beast.
"Hello?" She calls out, using her voice and then her eyes and ears to locate the stranger. She does not hear a response, and when she can see or smell nothing, she continues further into the Meadow. Only when she is nearly at the opposite edge does she see other mare, her tricolored coat impossible to miss against the summer dappled green.
"Hello!" Myrna calls out again, her voice as warm as her smile as she draws closer, oblivious to the foal at the other's feet and her wearniess, so excited is she to find someone in the Meadow. "It's a lovely day, isn't it?"