07-24-2016, 04:45 PM
Sreva was a full-grown mare with the flashing temper of a volcano. However, that didn't mean she had let go of her free, childish spirit completely. Winter was one of her favorite seasons; seeing the white powder fall from the sky, blanket the land like the loving embrace of a parent (not something she would know about), transforming the village into a peaceful slumbering paradise.
That is, until some horse got the urge to gallop through the snow and ruin its picturesque image. Sreva had been nudging some snow aside to try and find the dried grass that lay beneath. It wasn't the most healthy time of the year to try and find food, but she was hungry, and this is what she had to do. The pintaloosa was a survivor; she would work to find food, no matter how tired it made her.
Plus, there was a grove she knew of that had grass right under the snow, making it easier to find, but she didn't want to waste it all right now. She'd go for it when she was really hungry, if every effort to find the dried grass was a waste and she left with an empty belly.
The mare whinnied joyfully, eagerly kicking up her hind legs as she pranced through the snow. The powder kicked up into the air, parts of it falling onto her back and covering some of the darker areas of her painted coat. Effectively, it made her look like she'd been turned into a full-blooded appaloosa, as opposed to her pintaloosa crossbred blood.
Whatever, it didn't matter. What did was that she was having a lot of fun in the snow, and nothing was going to stop her. As she did play, she briefly wondered how the other mares were faring, especially those that were carrying foals this season. Were they getting enough food in their bellies? Would they be able to retain enough health for themselves and their foals?
Wait, why was she bothering to care? It's not like she'd ever done so before; she'd only ever expressed a little jealousy, especially when birthing season rolled around. Did that mean what Sreva thought it did? Did she really want a foal of her own?
That, she wasn't entirely sure of. She needed to think more on it, decided if she would be a good mother, before any permanent decisions were made.
That is, until some horse got the urge to gallop through the snow and ruin its picturesque image. Sreva had been nudging some snow aside to try and find the dried grass that lay beneath. It wasn't the most healthy time of the year to try and find food, but she was hungry, and this is what she had to do. The pintaloosa was a survivor; she would work to find food, no matter how tired it made her.
Plus, there was a grove she knew of that had grass right under the snow, making it easier to find, but she didn't want to waste it all right now. She'd go for it when she was really hungry, if every effort to find the dried grass was a waste and she left with an empty belly.
The mare whinnied joyfully, eagerly kicking up her hind legs as she pranced through the snow. The powder kicked up into the air, parts of it falling onto her back and covering some of the darker areas of her painted coat. Effectively, it made her look like she'd been turned into a full-blooded appaloosa, as opposed to her pintaloosa crossbred blood.
Whatever, it didn't matter. What did was that she was having a lot of fun in the snow, and nothing was going to stop her. As she did play, she briefly wondered how the other mares were faring, especially those that were carrying foals this season. Were they getting enough food in their bellies? Would they be able to retain enough health for themselves and their foals?
Wait, why was she bothering to care? It's not like she'd ever done so before; she'd only ever expressed a little jealousy, especially when birthing season rolled around. Did that mean what Sreva thought it did? Did she really want a foal of her own?
That, she wasn't entirely sure of. She needed to think more on it, decided if she would be a good mother, before any permanent decisions were made.