06-12-2016, 05:27 PM
Josie has lived her whole life in the Dale, a quiet isolation. She had ventured out a few times as a foal, once to the playground and once to the forest where her mother met Phaedrus, her current care taker. She never met her father and so Phaedrus was the closest thing she had to one, they have lived in his herd lands since she was about six months old, but she was no longer a foal. She had an urge to leave the Dale, it was the life her mother chose, but not one she chose.
Josie was not sure what she wanted, but she knew it wasn't the Dale, she wanted to be busy, more than just a broodmare. Josie spent her days wondering around the Golden Plains, but she has probably traced every inch of the land fifty or more times. It was time to make a life for herself, she ventured out from the Dale last night and with some rest in between she finally made it to the forest. It was even more beautiful than she remembered, it smelled of pine trees, it had a glow to it like the sun was always lighting the area. Her tail swayed gently as plodded into the opening, the sun was starting to set now, it was hot out but much more bearable than its peak.
She slowed to a stop and gazed around, a few equines were out, but all were in a conversation. Being out here was good enough for her, it was nice to see a world outside of the Dale. Horses having conversations, and enjoying themselves, it was nice to just watch them. She pushed forward stopping to rest beneath a large pine tree, it offered shade and a cool breeze would wander by every now and than.
Josie
Like The Dancer Before Me