01-27-2016, 04:19 PM
"That's true, I suppose. But it doesn't mean we shouldn't enjoy the beauty while it lasts."
Anahi smiled at the stallion, a gentle expression, her brown eyes warm and kind as she turned her gaze back out toward the meadow, which she could see through the break in the trees. Some more snow fell onto her neck from the tree above, and the mare snorted indignantly. With a good shake of her head, the snow fell from her neck, her strong muscles once more visible after the white powder was gone.
Cursing the fact that some snow did stick to her fur before beginning to melt and soak her champagne colored coat, Anahi let out a sigh, instead choosing to focus on the question that the stallion had asked of her. For a moment, she had to think, somewhat taken aback.
Since arriving in this land, the champagne mare really hadn't thought of what she'd wanted. After settling in the meadow a few months ago, Anahi had been content with just wandering around, looking at all this place had to offer. There was plenty of food (when snow wasn't covering the ground), a good source of water, and a few horses speckling the area to stave off the feeling of loneliness. In truth, Anahi hadn't known other options existed here.
Were there other herds nearby? Did this stallion have his own band, or did he live as a bachelor? How many herds lived here? Were there a lot of stallions?
What would become of Anahi should she decide to join a herd?
Snorting in puzzlement, giving her head another shake, the champagne mare turned back to look at the stallion, once more momentarily distracted by the gleam of his bay coat before she found the words to speak.
"I haven't been here all that long; I have had little time to see what else was around this meadow. In truth, from here, I haven't really thought about what I wish to do."
It was the honest truth, but for some reason, Anahi felt the deception behind her own words. She was a mare, a mare that longed to escape the feeling of being lonely, but up until now, she never felt as if she belonged in the herds that she had come across. She one day did wish to run with a herd once more, to raise a foal of her own into a proud little stallion or mare. But, for now, staying on her own was what she had to deal with.
Suddenly realizing something key missing from her current situation, Anahi gave the stallion another small smile, "I just realized, I never introduced myself. My name's Anahi, what's yours?"
Anahi smiled at the stallion, a gentle expression, her brown eyes warm and kind as she turned her gaze back out toward the meadow, which she could see through the break in the trees. Some more snow fell onto her neck from the tree above, and the mare snorted indignantly. With a good shake of her head, the snow fell from her neck, her strong muscles once more visible after the white powder was gone.
Cursing the fact that some snow did stick to her fur before beginning to melt and soak her champagne colored coat, Anahi let out a sigh, instead choosing to focus on the question that the stallion had asked of her. For a moment, she had to think, somewhat taken aback.
Since arriving in this land, the champagne mare really hadn't thought of what she'd wanted. After settling in the meadow a few months ago, Anahi had been content with just wandering around, looking at all this place had to offer. There was plenty of food (when snow wasn't covering the ground), a good source of water, and a few horses speckling the area to stave off the feeling of loneliness. In truth, Anahi hadn't known other options existed here.
Were there other herds nearby? Did this stallion have his own band, or did he live as a bachelor? How many herds lived here? Were there a lot of stallions?
What would become of Anahi should she decide to join a herd?
Snorting in puzzlement, giving her head another shake, the champagne mare turned back to look at the stallion, once more momentarily distracted by the gleam of his bay coat before she found the words to speak.
"I haven't been here all that long; I have had little time to see what else was around this meadow. In truth, from here, I haven't really thought about what I wish to do."
It was the honest truth, but for some reason, Anahi felt the deception behind her own words. She was a mare, a mare that longed to escape the feeling of being lonely, but up until now, she never felt as if she belonged in the herds that she had come across. She one day did wish to run with a herd once more, to raise a foal of her own into a proud little stallion or mare. But, for now, staying on her own was what she had to deal with.
Suddenly realizing something key missing from her current situation, Anahi gave the stallion another small smile, "I just realized, I never introduced myself. My name's Anahi, what's yours?"