11-17-2016, 06:55 PM
When cold was banished by the warm sun, the painted mare finally makes her way to the field.
plop
plop
plop
Her feet catch in the muck of cold winter run off and melted snow. A frown attemptes to pull her feaures downward as she disapproves of the disaster formerly known as the field. A sigh follows along with an eye roll before she decides she has gone too far to turn back and continues her muddy trek towards the land.
The sounds of birds and squirrels chattering away lightens her mood. The field was much the same as it had been before the Reckoning and it's familiarity was something of a mild comfort. Wreath knew the next step was to wait and see who offered her a home so she best make herself well aquainted with the land for it could be days or weeks before another found her.
With a nose towards the ground, the delicate velvet of her lips split to seek whatever fresh shoots had started to grow during this quiet spring day.
plop
plop
plop
Her feet catch in the muck of cold winter run off and melted snow. A frown attemptes to pull her feaures downward as she disapproves of the disaster formerly known as the field. A sigh follows along with an eye roll before she decides she has gone too far to turn back and continues her muddy trek towards the land.
The sounds of birds and squirrels chattering away lightens her mood. The field was much the same as it had been before the Reckoning and it's familiarity was something of a mild comfort. Wreath knew the next step was to wait and see who offered her a home so she best make herself well aquainted with the land for it could be days or weeks before another found her.
With a nose towards the ground, the delicate velvet of her lips split to seek whatever fresh shoots had started to grow during this quiet spring day.
wreath
