It was another beautiful autumn day. Golden rays low in the sky were exceptionally warm despite the crisp atmosphere.
A perfect day for sunbathing. The spectrum of yellows, oranges and reds of the season complimented this palomino mare. Not an exceptionally beautiful, elegant or fancy equine like many stallions lusted for. No pure bloodlines or dished face, heck, she didn't even know what her lineage was. However, she's never had an unsound day in her life, there was very few places she couldn't go, and her youthful coat glistened in the sun. Ashara, as her mother so tenderly named her, had spent many years surviving in the shadows since being forced from her birth herd as most do. Blame it on her independence or defiance for wanting to make it on her own. Although the experience was certainly humbling, and as winter approaches she seeks the benefits of a herd. Trade off bearing spawn for protection, or isn't that the way tradition dictates?
The sweet scent of horses was strongest here. The scorched summer grass being replaced with lush emerald. The well worn open field made her a little uneasy. It was surprising this wasn't a hot spot for predators. A crunch of dried foliage beneath her footfall made her want to turn back. Was the trade off worth it? Braving the cold, searching for food and outsmarting wolves isn't as easy as it was a few years before. And if she waited another, what appeal she may have to a king would surely lessen in time.
Wherever I am, is exactly where I'm supposed to be.