04-02-2017, 09:42 PM
T . A . R . Y . N
Taryn slowly dragged her legs through a patch of tall grass, taking her time to press each hoof into the soil and feel the ground compress beneath her. She had begun to circle the large open plains in this way. The center of the field was riddled with horses, but she approached none. Instead, she found worn paths that spanned outwards in different directions. She stuck her nose to the dirt of each one she passed. They were all the same to her, but each had the potential to lead her down a very different path. That wasn’t something she particularly cared to think about; her ears pinned to her neck at the thought. Headstrong as she was, she was determined to make her own path. She would walk to and from these fields a hundred times if that was what it took, but she would be hers and hers alone.
The soft noise of a nearby waterfall pulled Taryn from her thoughts. Her ears fell towards the noise and she continued her slow walk towards the water. As she approached, the water transitioned from a soft rumbling to a loud roar as the waters tumbled and crashed to the lake below. Taryn walked to the rocks that rose from the ground at the waterfall’s crest. She paused there and, just as she had done at the worn paths, stuck her nose to the rocks. This one was different. Her nostrils didn’t fill with dry summer air but with wet spring air. The air near the waterfall felt like the flowers had just awoken and water just broken from its winter shell. Further away from the falls, the air told another story. A more true story.
Drawn by the fantasy of the falls, Taryn planted her front hooves into the stream and paused. Mud gave way more than soil and coated her hooves in thick, cool muck. She decided to stay there, just for a while. She still needed to find a home, but knew she wouldn’t find one under the falls.
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