Common

The pale girl had left her home in the mountains, her small family of her mother, her older brother, and her younger sister. Maybe it is typical middle child behavior, her wanting to leave her family, but maybe it is just the wandering heart of Jaci. She wishes to stretch her arms further than she could have every thought possible, certainly further than the mountain tops of her ancestral home. Dreams linger upon starlight that trickles down from the night sky, new adventures hide in the craters of the moon. Imagination and stories are the life blood of Jaci. Love and kindness is the very muscle and beat of her heart.

She is as pure as her coat of freshly fallen snow.

Slender limbs touch down upon the lands of the Common, nostrils inhale fresh scents and she feels herself quivering with excitement of untold adventures to be had here. She dances on pale, nimble hooves as she skips through the snow. She laughs, not unlike the sound of bird chirping. She was a little songbird this one. Small indents from small hooves leave a trail behind her and Jaci halts for a moment to cast eyes of baby blue backwards, it was nice to see where you came. Eyes shift forwards, growing wide, but it was even nicer to see where you could go.

Long, dark lashes fall upon her eyes, throwing Jaci into a temporary darkness before once more baby blues open, rolling upwards to catch sight of the sun as it attempts to warm the earth on this chilled winter day. Laughter once more bubbles from her throat, high-pitched and sing songy, just like the bird she enjoyed watching. Speaking of which, red catches her eyes and she trots forwards to the tree in which she sees it go. A red cardinal sit atop a branch, twittering and chirping, what he says Jaci doesn't know, but she imagines he is announcing he is king of the forest, or it could be a damsel and she states how she is the most lovely of all the bird in the forest.

A breeze of chilled air rolls across the land and ruffles the pale strands of Jaci’s thin mane, tossing it upwards, sideways, and eventually falling down once more upon her nape, in not quite the same pattern as it was in before. With the breeze, the cardinal flies off and Jaci is left alone once again, alone with her thoughts and with her day dreams. Ears flitter forwards, backwards, and side-to-side, attempting to catch the sound of any others that may be in the area, but all she hears is the silence of a winter’s day.

A beautiful silence, though she had to admit it was.

The chilled air seems to freeze inside her nostrils, it tickles, and once more silvery laughter touches upon soft, pale lips, as jack worst nips at her pink nose. She likes this place, and maybe she hasn't had time to think about missing home, or how her family is doing and maybe it would come later, but for now, her heart sings with a love for the unknown of this new land.