~ where the wild things are
"SPEECH"
Eliza’s eyes are bright as she arrives at the Common, head high, everything… brilliant. Eliza is brilliant. On days like this she’s at her best. The air is cold against her soggy coat, and she can’t help but shiver. Wow, it really was getting chilly. Winter hung raw in the air, and she’s not sure how it’s going to be on her own. She’s not sure just how things will be if she has to stay on her own for the winter.
Winter. Snow wasn’t falling yet, but the frost on the grass crunched beneath her hooves. Afternoon was settling around her shoulders, the chill settling in her bones with it. This wasn’t going to get any better, was it? Not if she was on her own. Evening would be here soon, and then what? And she was still wet from the sea. Eliza is filled with life, filled with energy, but in the same breath… she’s feeling a little lost. More than a little lost. Things, today, were strange.
paint mix - five - bay tobiano - mare