10-21-2025, 12:19 PM
Starbry looked up at the sky, her brown eyes gazing into the abyss looking for something, anything, to give her some direction. Nothing but glittering stars. one, two, three, four, and on and on she counts. Finally, her neck grew tired, and she lowered her blue splashed head and looked out into the night beyond. A deep breath brought in the scent of fall. The cool, crisp air and scent of changing leaves.
She decides to move on. Perhaps she will find some company, or perhaps she will continue to count stars until the morning comes, and the sun wipes away the glittering sky. Her blue legs carry her through the grass until her eyes settled on some figures in the distance. Longing for some company, even silent company, she sets her sight on the scene ahead and moves forwards, coming to a stop near an unfamiliar mare.
Her attention turned towards the river, and she is slightly taken aback. It's foul and not at all like a serene, cool flowing water that should seem welcoming. She approaches closer as the mare tosses a stick in and watches to see what will happen to it.
"What is that?" Her soft voice finally breaks from her mouth. She brings her nose closer to the mess, and sniffs. She whipped her head back up, her blue mane flying about her black neck. The scent is unfamiliar, and not right, not right at all. She turned her gaze again to the unfamiliar mare next to her, unsure what to do next.
She decides to move on. Perhaps she will find some company, or perhaps she will continue to count stars until the morning comes, and the sun wipes away the glittering sky. Her blue legs carry her through the grass until her eyes settled on some figures in the distance. Longing for some company, even silent company, she sets her sight on the scene ahead and moves forwards, coming to a stop near an unfamiliar mare.
Her attention turned towards the river, and she is slightly taken aback. It's foul and not at all like a serene, cool flowing water that should seem welcoming. She approaches closer as the mare tosses a stick in and watches to see what will happen to it.
"What is that?" Her soft voice finally breaks from her mouth. She brings her nose closer to the mess, and sniffs. She whipped her head back up, her blue mane flying about her black neck. The scent is unfamiliar, and not right, not right at all. She turned her gaze again to the unfamiliar mare next to her, unsure what to do next.