Bean is stargazing; head tipped up so her unruly mane falls back along her neck. For once, it is out of her eyes as they stare at the many stars dotting the vast nightscape in pure amazement. The kind of amazement that hasn’t been dulled by growing older, even if she is more of a mare than a filly but only just barely.
She flicks an ear occasionally at the sound of crickets and the wind in the trees. It’s the best kind of music for a night like this! A wild natural music that rises and falls in a rhythm all its own, that makes Bean want to tap her hooves against the ground. She expects to find fairies dancing in mushroom rings in the trees, except she doesn’t go looking for them.
The stars are too captivating, spinning and sparkling in a dance that is all their own and soon enough, the little brown horse is moving too. She stays and steps in place, and sometimes her eyes close as she gets caught up in the magic of it all. Who needs magic of their own when this is all around them? A smile finds it place on her lips as she dances in that one spot that is hers for the moment.
She opens her eyes just in time to watch ladybugs and butterflies flutter up from the flowers surrounding the knees of a pretty gray mare. Bean laughs, her brown eyes full of delight as she dances on over to the gray, who she can see is dappled all over and not just a uniform paleness.
“Oh my, they like you!” she chirps pleasantly, as the insects remain fluttering around the gray mare. It could be the perfume of the wildflowers that fills the air that keeps them there, or the life flushing the gray mare anew that Bean doesn’t know about, because since when is resurrection possible?
Either way, the sight is just so wondrous that Bean had to appreciate it and meet the mare of the moment making it possible. Which okay, maybe she’s attributing a bunch of random things to some magic of the night but it’s Bean and she can do that.
@[Dillan] couldn’t resist! ❤️