The maiden of midnight was quiet as a ghost as she skirted between the bare trees that stood on the outskirts of the common. The sun was brilliant as it sank towards the horizon, painting the sky with beautiful hues. A gentle breeze drifted across the common, bringing with it the first hint of the coming night’s chill. Her head slightly turned up, dark amber eyes watching the sky as the oranges turn to reds and reds into purple. Dusk was quickly approaching and the mare was pleased to be able to watch it arrive.
Maybe she was taking a risk wandering the common at night. There were greedy stallions and sharp toothed canines but for some reason Capella felt more at ease, more relaxed traveling underneath the blanket of the night. As a young filly she was that way. She would become more active at night, taking small adventures not too far from her previous herd. Her mother would have a panic attack and give her a good tongue lashing every time she’d run off into the night but she would always return, never ventured too far. Capella smiled at the memory as she continued on her way. Despite the night being bitterly cold in comparison to her homeland and having no family beside her, why would she want to go back? This new land offered plenty of adventures and new places to visit.