[open] The Mighty and Tiny

[Smidgen]

Summer has well settled over the Meadow. Everything is green, lush and alive. The leaves are thick on the trees, and the grass is high enough to touch a horse's belly. Let me rephrase. An average sized horse's belly. For Smidge, who will never be tall enough to reach an average sized horse's belly, this means the grasses are well over her head. She's still young, maybe about a year, but still not her full size. The small girl is lush herself, plump if you will, and her coat is sleek and shiny. She is the color of variable storm clouds, with silvery white lining all her edges. Smidge doesn't truly realize her size, or maybe she just doesn't really care about it. She may just be the smallest horse in Beqanna without being a dwarf, but to her, she's just the same as everyone else.

Currently she wanders, a tiny girl rustling through the grasses. Sometimes, it's too thick to really see through, and in other areas it's been walked through and tramped down enough she can be fully seen. She makes a game of it. The mighty tigress stalks through her jungle, all senses alert and tracking for prey. At one point, she pauses, hearing rustling nearby. Slowly, she turns to the sound. The tiger must be stealthy and calm, but not too slow or she would miss her chance or could possibly be spotted. Lowering her head, she moves closer. Closer. She hears the rustling again, very close. The tiger steadies herself, preparing for the pounce. One, she silently counts. Two.... Three! She throws herself forward and bounces from her hiding spot. "GOTCHA!!"

Smidgen!

small in stature, not heart

Short and sweet xD