[open] A future is seeked...

[Neo.n]

Pillars picked a quick rhythmic beat, tassels danced with her movement.  Muzzle held low to the turf as she investigated scents of other travelers.  She halted briefly and turned her nape to fixate on the other figure lumbering away from her.  A whicker escaped as if maybe he'd reconsider her invite... He had seemed so alone inside.  Maybe a bad day.  She then turned her globes to the horizon as it darkened she felt more at peace.  Her dark hide hid her well as she danced forth along the breeze...

Her journey continues...