10-27-2025, 10:26 PM
look how they shine for you
look at the stars
She inhales slowly, taking in the scent of the dwindling fall season. Soon snow will likely be falling and coating the world in a soft, white blanket to sleep away until Spring brings life back. Starbry has never particularly had a favorite season. There is something about all of them that she is fond of. Fall smells crisp and cool, the rustling of dry leaves as they fall is soothing white noise. The white silence of an empty plain in the winter as snow falls softly is one of the most peaceful moments she could possibly imagine. Everything whitewashed under a night sky, glowing beneath the moon and sparkling stars. Just perfect. Spring is beautiful as the grayscale of winter gives way to color and rebirth of the world. If she had to pick a least favorite, it would be Summer. Not that there is anything particularly wrong with summer, it just doesn't have the standout features she finds in the other seasons.
Starbry drifts through the thick grass of the meadow, admiring how it keeps its green color despite the fiery hues of fall enveloping the rest of the land. It has always filled her with wonder, the changing of the seasons. The leaves gradually exchange their lively green colors for reds and oranges as the grass grows less and less. Then the leaves fall, coating the ground with their fire bright colors. As the leaves fall and the temperature drops, snow trades places with the rain until the fiery autumn colors are washed away by white. Snow is replaced with rain that melts the earth, softening it to allow green grass and brightly colored flowers to spring forth. Then the heat of summer blazes away the rain, and autumn comes again. Rinse and repeat.
A rock under her hoof causes a misstep and pulls her from her daydreaming and back into reality. She catches her balance, gathering her blue legs underneath her dark brown body and reorienting herself. She didn't know how long she had been aimlessly wandering and pondering the seasons, but she was quite far into the meadow now. There is a stranger not too far off, and Starbry begins in that direction.
As she nears, she notices that this mare is rather interesting. She has never quite seen anything like her before. Starbry slows as she approaches and gently reaches out to the stranger's mind to see if she can get a feel for her. "Hello," she said softly with a gentle smile, "I'm Starbry." As she introduces herself, she remembers what a mare she met recently had told her - it's not the monsters you can't see that you should worry about. It's the monsters in pretty wrappers that will eat you whole. And with that memory, her smile falters slightly.
Starbry drifts through the thick grass of the meadow, admiring how it keeps its green color despite the fiery hues of fall enveloping the rest of the land. It has always filled her with wonder, the changing of the seasons. The leaves gradually exchange their lively green colors for reds and oranges as the grass grows less and less. Then the leaves fall, coating the ground with their fire bright colors. As the leaves fall and the temperature drops, snow trades places with the rain until the fiery autumn colors are washed away by white. Snow is replaced with rain that melts the earth, softening it to allow green grass and brightly colored flowers to spring forth. Then the heat of summer blazes away the rain, and autumn comes again. Rinse and repeat.
A rock under her hoof causes a misstep and pulls her from her daydreaming and back into reality. She catches her balance, gathering her blue legs underneath her dark brown body and reorienting herself. She didn't know how long she had been aimlessly wandering and pondering the seasons, but she was quite far into the meadow now. There is a stranger not too far off, and Starbry begins in that direction.
As she nears, she notices that this mare is rather interesting. She has never quite seen anything like her before. Starbry slows as she approaches and gently reaches out to the stranger's mind to see if she can get a feel for her. "Hello," she said softly with a gentle smile, "I'm Starbry." As she introduces herself, she remembers what a mare she met recently had told her - it's not the monsters you can't see that you should worry about. It's the monsters in pretty wrappers that will eat you whole. And with that memory, her smile falters slightly.
starbry
@Fazia