Our love starts to burn like the night for it's candle ;;

Anaxandra wearily dragged herself in hoof by hoof, thankfull for the refuge and place to rest. Lifting her delicate dished head she swiveled her head around ears perked searching for the two nice mares who had offered to let her stay here. Failing to get a glance of them around her Anaxandra dropped her head wearily and began to graze, It had been so long since she had gotten the chance to actually have a dedcent meal and she ripped the tender green stalks from the earth with extreme vigor. The land around here was beautiful and filled with life all over, little birds chirping in the trees, singing little songs of joy. The occasional deer went wandering past perhaps on its way to the tranquil lake. The crowning jewel of the landscape Anaxandra had been able to glance it on her way in, stunning in all of its undisterbed beauty it was the center of the areas life surrounded by numerous forest dwellers. And then there were these serene fields that seemed to be everyware, perfect for grazing and rest. With a gentle sigh the mare let a small bit of smoke waft contentedly from her two nostrils and watched as it wound its way up dicipating into the bright spring sky. It was so diffrent being away from the vast barren tundra, full of nothing but wind like a whip and ice like a dagger. This new place was a virtual Utopia to the forign climates she had come from. Now to only meet some more of the herd that calls this place home she thought longingly, it had been months since she had been in contact with another equine and the brief encounter with the others in the Arbors did little to quell her need for interaction. Oh what it must feel like to be part of a herd, well at least one that wasn't falsley loathing your every move. After what had happend last winter Anaxandra had stuggled with an ongoing depression and it felt amazing to finally be contented. The telltale crescent scar along the side of her left ear would be a constant reminder of her exile and the fact that she would never hear from that ear again didn't help. But for the moment none of the past mattered only the path that lay ahead concernd Anaxandra. "Now where is that herd?" she murmered to herself.