11-07-2015, 06:49 PM
She walks across the field, dragging her feet. Her head bobs in sync with each step. The journey she took to here was long, and exhausting even. She sees the horses dotting the landscape. There are a few trees. The mare looks around, hoping to see someone. She calls out a weak, exhausted call. She walks over to the nearest tree and dozes. Oh, she wants a place to call home. A place to have foals. A place that's warme and green.