Limestone Ridge

Standing on a high cliff, Freiya looked at the gorgeous spring scenery. The stars shown bright, illuminating the land with a soft blue glow. It was almost eerie. The veiw was beautiful, and the sounds around her made her feel calm. An almost euphoric feeling. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, as the breeze shifted her mane and tail. Smells of the spring sparked her senses. The smells of new sprouting grasses, soaking earth from the thawing of ice and melting of the snow, and smells of water and wildlife coming out of their deep winter slumber.
" I love this time of year, all of the things that had died over the winter, burst into life, beautiful and new. All the animals are awakening from their long sleep and coming to greet the new spring scenery that I am gazing at now. Spring is so beautiful."
She let the gentle breeze toss her forelock, mane, and tail. Feeling a surge of peace. She felt so at home. She then looked down to gaze upon the other horses. Marston, Ayasha, and Sarang, were glowing oddly in the moonlight. It was so neat looking. She was at peace. She was home.