Ah, the Field. A place the tiny girl had visited just a small number of times, mostly in search of her friends. Now, she comes in search of the same! Though, this time, not for anyone in particular. She is an adult now, although she hasn't grown much- really, hardly at all. She is barely thirty inches high at the withers, thanks to parents she didn't really remember anymore. But she's made lots of friends, who called her a variety of cute names. Things like fairy-child or miss fairy. She loved that. Loves the fairies, for because of them, they all exist freely here in this land. To be called something akin to them is a dream, albeit maybe a silly one to most people. Of course, as she's grown older, she's put most of her games of pretend to rest. Even so, she is still young and happy at heart, and games are still fun to play. Especially with the babies that come around the spring time. She loves to engage them, for sure! And her home, the giant and voluminous redwood forest is a most wonderful place to play hide and seek.
Today, though, is a lovely day to seek new friends. The weather is cool, having not yet reached the deeper part of winter, and not much snow covering the ground. In fact, there is still lots of grass. Which is great and all, for the larger horses. See, Smidgen's head often doesn't reach over the tall blades that grow here in the Field and the neighboring Meadow. And, well. It's really hard to make friends when no one can really see you! She'd even accidentally scared off a potential friend once who'd thought she was some kind of predator stalking through the grass to eat them. It'd made her very sad at first, but then- Come on, you gotta admit that was kinda funny! To think lil ol' Smidge could eat a big horse like them. She giggles as she chomps some grass between her regular herbivorous teeth and marches on to the next one. Before long, she hears this very interesting sound. Kinda like a goose's honk, but way louder. Whoa, gotta check that out. She pressed on through the field, but dang grass made things tough sometimes.
"Hellooo!" She rings out, her voice still small and feminine, melodious even. She tosses her permanently baby-face up to clear her bushy forelock from her crystal blue eyes as she rears up and tries to balance on her rear legs. Oh! There we go! Now she can see over the tall grasses. She scans the area and quickly spots the two males not too far off. One is this soft fluffy cream color, with some really cute long ears. The other is a taller bay man who looks more average like others she's seen. Smiling brightly, she calls out again. "Oh hey, hi there! Hold on a sec, please!" And then she lowers herself and bounds through the grasses to where they stand. She pants a little once she reaches them, smile still firmly in place. The young mare looks up at the one with the longer ears and the cool striping on his legs, looking kinda dusty like he'd rolled recently. She liked rolling too! And then she takes in the other male, taller than the blond, and waaayy taller than her. But she's used to that. Beaming up at them both, she gives them a more proper greeting. "Hiya, I'm Smidgen." A swish of her long silvery tail. "Are you guys looking for someone, or something? Can I help?" She has to keep her head tilted up so they can see her eyes and smile, but she doesn't mind. Oh, except for when the sun shines down right into her vision. That's not so pleasant.
Today, though, is a lovely day to seek new friends. The weather is cool, having not yet reached the deeper part of winter, and not much snow covering the ground. In fact, there is still lots of grass. Which is great and all, for the larger horses. See, Smidgen's head often doesn't reach over the tall blades that grow here in the Field and the neighboring Meadow. And, well. It's really hard to make friends when no one can really see you! She'd even accidentally scared off a potential friend once who'd thought she was some kind of predator stalking through the grass to eat them. It'd made her very sad at first, but then- Come on, you gotta admit that was kinda funny! To think lil ol' Smidge could eat a big horse like them. She giggles as she chomps some grass between her regular herbivorous teeth and marches on to the next one. Before long, she hears this very interesting sound. Kinda like a goose's honk, but way louder. Whoa, gotta check that out. She pressed on through the field, but dang grass made things tough sometimes.
"Hellooo!" She rings out, her voice still small and feminine, melodious even. She tosses her permanently baby-face up to clear her bushy forelock from her crystal blue eyes as she rears up and tries to balance on her rear legs. Oh! There we go! Now she can see over the tall grasses. She scans the area and quickly spots the two males not too far off. One is this soft fluffy cream color, with some really cute long ears. The other is a taller bay man who looks more average like others she's seen. Smiling brightly, she calls out again. "Oh hey, hi there! Hold on a sec, please!" And then she lowers herself and bounds through the grasses to where they stand. She pants a little once she reaches them, smile still firmly in place. The young mare looks up at the one with the longer ears and the cool striping on his legs, looking kinda dusty like he'd rolled recently. She liked rolling too! And then she takes in the other male, taller than the blond, and waaayy taller than her. But she's used to that. Beaming up at them both, she gives them a more proper greeting. "Hiya, I'm Smidgen." A swish of her long silvery tail. "Are you guys looking for someone, or something? Can I help?" She has to keep her head tilted up so they can see her eyes and smile, but she doesn't mind. Oh, except for when the sun shines down right into her vision. That's not so pleasant.