10-02-2015, 02:24 AM
Her eyes flit lazily around, lipping at a few delectible strands of dewy green goodness. Aww to be home again, to feel the ever shifting earth under her hooves. To feel welcome by the land, if not the other living creatures around her. This was home, would always be home. Some how her meandering mind would always find its way back to these enchanting woods, with their ever changing scenery. Frost clinges to a few whiskers tickling the velvet maw, with two whispy tendrils floating from her nostrils the sudden noise desturbs the smaller woodland creatures. They are sent skittering in different dirrections. If you paid enough attention you could see a few winking rays of light between the trees, but as always Hestia knows that others will soon catch a telltale scent of foreign lands if she doesn't keep moving. Then again, maybe a little more drama would be amusing for the old witch to ponder over. Would at least be nice to watch her dear sun wake and begin his guiding cycle through the day. Shadows of the past would soon be whispering to her in dark, tailing her from behind, and the bolder ones would nip at her heels, till once again they would chase her away from her homeland. No one could ever call her faithful, that was for damn sure. Then again no one could call her unloving either. She was just Hestia, green eyed shadow of the past. Watching the worlds ebb and flow of blood shed and greed takeing control and sending its little pests into frenzies before releasing them and allowing them to lead their peaceful quiant lives to each and every ones dire end.