Coming out of my shell

[MoonFeather]

The grand open expanse of the field was a slightly new sight to the mare as she explored her new world and wondered what her part to play in it would be. She had heard other horses while she explored the forest but she had kept to the shadows listening but not offering interaction with any of them just yet.
Though, she thought that the forest would be a place of solitude and peace for her to go to when she just wanted away from things. This new place offered up a chance to interact and possibly make some new friends after losing the ones that she was so used to.

She entered the field slowly and with a slight hint of caution. Her ears listening as she continued on her chosen path taking in the sights before her. The flowers of spring had died off and the summer blooms had taken over spreading their colors and scents out across the grass. The buzzing of bees could be heard and she tossed her head as a couple buzzed by. The white gray mare slowed her walk as she neared a small creek which allowed her a long and satisfying drink. As she drank she thought back to her time in these lands so far.


She had spent the first couple days just standing head down waiting for a sound or noise telling her that the men were back to collect her. The snap of a branch would make her lift her head and prick her ears but, upon seeing just a forest creature come out of hiding she had resumed her sullen state. She gave up on the men coming for her soon and had started to walk the game trails of the forest taking in all she could. Moon had even started to shadow a herd of elk. She kept her distance from the larger clumps of the animals as she knew how flighty these animals could be around her kind. But, these ones seemed at peace with her presence and soon she was following in line with them where ever they happened to go.


She would have to make sure to return to her foster herd at some point but, when you do not know the language one tends to feel like a tag along and not someone that belongs truly. Moon raised her head from the water droplets still falling from her chin as she looked around the field once more. She rolled her hip shifting her weight from her right back leg to the left one for now. She just watched them all, she was growing quiet accustomed to watching.

[Bristol]

bristol

the past tense of regret is indecision

wing appearance: snowy owl

She has decided to go ahead and go to the home father has chosen for them, but she has also decided to take a gift. Of course she could go alone, and father would welcome her with open arms as always, but he is not the head honcho, and she would like to impress someone who matters.

With this train of thought, Bristol flies to the Field on broad, soft-edged snowy owl wings. She likes the quiet of her flight with them, and the way they white contrasts her dark brown body but highlights her white legs and her star doesn’t hurt her feelings either. With the confidence of the young, she lands, slowing from a canter to a high-spirited trot and approaching the first person she sees, a light colored mare with the most interesting colored markings.

“Hello!” Bristol chirps the word, alerting the mare to her approach, and comes to a neat little stop when she is close enough to have a polite conversation. “I’m Bristol – what’s your name?” And she smiles, and there are no sharp edges or hard surfaces today, just a grin on her mouth and the smile reaches her amber-brown eyes. Today she is not the warrior princess, daughter of the Amazons and Tundra of old; she is just a girl, looking for an adventure.

[MoonFeather]

Moon was taking in all the sights and all the shapes and interesting extras that some of the horses on the field seemed to have. In her forest observings she had spied just hints of  wings, or some with horns. She was sure there were more things she had not seen. This land and its people were interesting indeed. The mare turned her head to rake her teeth across a place on her side that itched. Her ears moving forward as she took note of a winged horse coming her way.

The marked mare finished her itch and then made sure to face the mare that had come up to her and introduced herself. She met the bay mares eyes and bowed her head slightly in greeting before speaking.
“ Greetings to you winged one.” Bristol shared her name and Moon acknowledged that with her next set of words, “ Hello Bristol I am Moon Feather.” She would dip head head again ever so slightly.  “ You have a look of a long journey on you. Have you traveled far to come to this field?” The marked mare asked of her bay counterpart as they stood.