03-21-2016, 11:10 AM
She had been traveling for weeks across the never ending mountains, and at last her heavy hooves touched the ground of the golden field. The warmth of the Beqanna sun felt comforting on her back, however she could never feel safe being alone. The little Arabian had been with her mother and aunts most of her young life, however leaving was a desire she held for a long time.
Despite being without a kingdom, or even a herd, foolishly the young mare was feeling rather excited and very enthusiastic upon meeting other horses. Now she wasn't dumb, she understood the dangers of stallions and that their intentions sway like the willows in the wind, however she had such little exposer to others of her kind. Other than her family, which was rather small, her interaction with others would justify her as being a little risky and a bit bashful.
Naila was her name, and she felt as though she just had to share it with someone. To make a friend, that was all she needed to feel that her decision to come was worth it. However as she wondered farther into the vibrant field of many horses she could only feel uncomfortable and suddenly desired to be traveling again. Turning back wasn't something she could do though, because Roaming was lonely. On her journey across dangerous paths, she had made the revelation that she could only be happy with others.
Naila puts her head down and rips off a flower from the warm ground. Socialized grazing isn't as social as I thought it would be, she thinks as other horses quietly graze several yards away. She lifts her palomino tobaino neck and averts her eyes to the sea colored sky. She notices the clouds look like horses.
Despite being without a kingdom, or even a herd, foolishly the young mare was feeling rather excited and very enthusiastic upon meeting other horses. Now she wasn't dumb, she understood the dangers of stallions and that their intentions sway like the willows in the wind, however she had such little exposer to others of her kind. Other than her family, which was rather small, her interaction with others would justify her as being a little risky and a bit bashful.
Naila was her name, and she felt as though she just had to share it with someone. To make a friend, that was all she needed to feel that her decision to come was worth it. However as she wondered farther into the vibrant field of many horses she could only feel uncomfortable and suddenly desired to be traveling again. Turning back wasn't something she could do though, because Roaming was lonely. On her journey across dangerous paths, she had made the revelation that she could only be happy with others.
Naila puts her head down and rips off a flower from the warm ground. Socialized grazing isn't as social as I thought it would be, she thinks as other horses quietly graze several yards away. She lifts her palomino tobaino neck and averts her eyes to the sea colored sky. She notices the clouds look like horses.