09-10-2016, 09:14 PM
B A H I R A
The white meadow was a stark contrast to the beautiful rolling sands of her homeland. Bahira let go of a deep sigh, one full of melancholy and longing. The poor Egyptian beauty was beyond homesick. Nothing short of absolutely heart broken. It was a bit depressing to see such a graceful and feminine horse walk with her eyes downcast. Typically the mare was full of energy and burned with energy from the sun, floating along and talking to all. Now she was as cold as the winter day she trudged through. She stood out like a fly in a bowl of milk. Her coat was black as night against the snow, and she was obviously a foreigner, to a new extent. All creatures she had come across spoke a different language than her first. She knew English quite well, but Arabic was the very first language and most common in her life. It seemed that would change.
Slender legs carried her, green eyes solemnly sweeping the barren area, only a few trees in place. Not trees she was familiar with. Bahira felt as if she was on a completely different planet, and struggled to find excitement. Usually, she was happy to experience new things, but this was different. The ebony femme was all alone. The lady was now an absolute nobody. Something she had never really experienced before. Growing up in one herd her whole life had proven to suffocate her social skills. That and she wasn't aware of the customs of these equines. This was going to be difficult.
With a sigh and a subtle shake of her delicate head, the mare lowered her head to the ground, brushing away some of the snow in search of grass. Thick black tresses fell long against her neck and shoulder, she shook her head once again to shift her forelock out of her eyes. Bahira, although grazing on the few stalks of grass, made sure to keep her eyes up, always watching. She might have lived in the protection of a herd for all of her years, but she knew what trouble looked like, and that it always found a way to sneak up on you.