Art & Madness: Blank Canvas {Any}

[Jacksanna]

One step, two, a third and then the petite winter nymph comes to a stop at the edge of what little tree-shade could be found at the farthest reach of The Field. 

Lean muscle twitches beneath an icy coat splashed with droplets of earthy red ocher and darkest ebony. Silken banners are an almost metallic white, streaked with a dozen shades of silver and black.

The compact yet beautifully proportioned mare looks out from mismatched eyes; one the rich brown of damp soil and the other a deep indigo blue. Dark ears swivel and flick at the slightest sound, catching snippets of conversation that drifts her way on the sweet summer breeze.

Pale hooves paw lightly at the ground, tearing small divots out of the lush earth. How are there so many individuals gathered in one place? How are there no predators stalking these lands? 

Then, hardly a moment after the questions form in her mind she watches a steady trickle of bolder-than-brass stallions approach the grazing mares. Notices more of these mixed-gendered cliques; pairs and trios and groups.

She watches as mares follow stallions from The Field... or snub them. A flick of that white-grey tail, a quiet nicker of apprehension. 

“Aah... I see, open auditions…”

Quiet words carried by a lilting, soothing voice. A huff, a sigh, a step from the shadows into the light.