Think sweets, think pink, think me!
She looks up to the moon, well at least the feild was quiet at this time of the day. No one should bother her now right? Walking past any group no matter how odd ballish they are each and everyone of them couldn't help but see the Neon pink that made her Nexie, so the cover of darkness seemed best, at least to her. Looking in a lake for her reflection like so many of the females in attempts to prissy themselves had never appealed to her. She had looked once, but found that the creature looking back at her was so freakish it made her step back.
Tonight under the guidence of the stars she treads through the open feild checking for any life forms that she could perchance happen across. After a trip around the edge, she finds a spot that looks safe enough. Secluded, with lengthy grasses that could hide her if it became neccesary. Her knees quiver under for a second in hesitation. She yearned to run free and roll around like all the other fools did, but with her coloring it just would not look right to do it in front of others. So now with the loose dirt under hoof she shifts her weight testing her muscles and balance before taking off at a trot.
After a few paces of surefootedness, she pushes herself into a canter. Feeling a giggle rise through her throat she lets it out before rushing into a full blown gallop, pushing her muscles. Feeling the burn of their languid strength telling her that she was alive and well. Flared nostrils suck in the sweet scented air as she races around the wind lashing her mane and tail out behind her, eyes closed in frivilous enjoyment of these few precious moments that she could call the feild hers.
Nexie