Falls

The falls were thunderous in comparison to the autumnal gale. She had traveled the surf afar to the mainland of the islands, and was in no mood to dally with stallions in a place they could take her. There was the need to relax before the trifle with another, for she was a meek thing and prone to do as she was told. Yet the temporary reprieve from demands felt nice.

Charcoal tresses kisser her hindquarters as they flicked against the cool air that rushed passed. Haydée raised her ebony face against the current gale, her nostrils flared against the spray of the waterfall. It was pleasant here. Water was in abundance and while the foliage browned within the vicinity there were still tidbits of green towards the roots. She had nipped willingly at the vegetation earlier and now enjoyed the cold spray of the falls as the wind cooled her face.

"Blessed are the days of solitude with no strife." An admission pursed into the wind through dark lips as the mare found herself thankful for this moment of silence, outside of the white noise of the falls. Peace settled as a mantle across her roan shoulders.