The night was as young as she was, and she looked it, too. Still only a year old, the filly frolicked through the tall grasses that made up the Prairie. Where most horses could cut easily through the reeds, she was still young enough they came up to her shoulder. It irked her that she continued to to grow and could no longer as easily hide within the tall grasses. Her body was slowly filling out, adopting the traits that showed her Vanner bloodline most clearly. High dark socks feathered heavily at her hooves before reaching up to fade to a deep chocolate brown on her shoulders and the rest of her body. She tossed a lock of equally dark mane from her eyes and huffed a little. Growing up was terrible. More so since her brother’s pale form was never too far from her shadow. In the night though, there was no sun to cast one. She hoped she was free. Kicking up her heels she cantered over paths and trails that twisted through the rolling hills of waving grass.

Wind still whipped through her mane and she pranced happily for the moments she ran through open plains. Life in this prairie was, honestly, boring. The weather had been temperate since they had been there and no storms rained down or howled through the mountains. It was calm, it was serene. She longed for something to spark the fire that barely burned in her soul. It was not until she saw a shape also making its way through the grass did excitement spur her forward. Ears pressed forward she picked up her pace, young hooves pounding against the ground. She did not fear approaching a stranger. This was her home, and her brother was around as was Shamwari. There was no harm in greeting a stranger!

Hello! She called out to the appaloosa in her shrill yearling voice. Wait up! Ostara stretched herself further in an effort to catch up to the stallion, eager to make friends!