02-18-2018, 01:49 PM
A Gentle Flutter
The icy blue mare pondered into the forest, still without a home to call her own. She did not mind though, being a loner was much more her taste, shes been doing it since she was born. Her blue feathery wings flowed backward against the fall breeze, such a beautiful scent it carried. Although it was almost breeding season and surely the scent would be tainted by all the horses in a hurry to grab the attention of the first mare or stallion they lay eyes on.
She rolled her eyes in annoyance of her own thoughts, she looked about at the orange, yellow and browning trees with a few remaining green, how fall was her favorite season. Although winter was much kinder to blend in with, the fall made her stick out like a sore thumb. She scans the horizon wondering if she would be accompanied by another today, the forest was always full of wondering souls.
Mura