Posted on March 5, 2013 at 03:23:36 PM by dresden.
 Her green eyes have been stormy, lately. Dresden has been setting herself aside from the group… generally she does. When one of the bossier mares had stood and called for a meeting, Dresden had blatantly ignored her. It had been a spring day meant for watching the clouds pass overhead in one of the smaller clearings in the trees. The sable mare hadn’t really bothered to meet anyone either. Maybe that was the wrong approach to being a part of the Forest herd. She didn’t know any more. Sometimes it was hard to keep track.
The summer had crept in when she wasn’t looking. Dresden found herself standing in the heat this morning. It didn’t make it any better that the sky was the kind of cloudless and blue that becomes glaring after awhile. She didn’t know how to feel. Surely summer was supposed to feel better around her shoulders than this. Instead in was starting to stifle the sable creature. Dresden was trying to soak up the vitamin d, but there was a slight sheen of sweat coming to the surface of her dark coat. She didn’t want to handle it that way… she didn’t know what she wanted. It was in the beginnings of stagnant heat that the champagne creature made her way through the cover of trees and shade. At least it was cooler here. Too late she realized that she was wandering around in the beginnings of high noon, the time when the sun was at the very top of the sky. All the sensible mares would be resting now. Maybe it really was the right time for her to go visit the babbling stream… they’d all have dispersed to find shade elsewhere in the Forest. Dresden could follow her way around the fringes to the spot, a path that had been well worn by the travels of someone who’d been here long before. It was okay. Dresden had figured she’d be okay. Dragging herself from the cover of the Forest on the edges of the land was something that she could handle. It was there that she brought herself to one of the lesser visited sections of the babbling brook to lower her head and sip. Water was good, she figured. It was clean and clear here, crystal enough to see down to the minnows that were darting away from her intrusion into their world. With a slight breeze, the mare figured she could confirm the fact she was alone. It was okay… alone was what she was used to. mare. mature. sable champagne. walking disaster. |
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