Meadow

She stumbles up the shore, her legs shake and ache beneath the weight of her body. The scents that flood her flaring nostrils are familiar, buried deep within the recesses of her memory. A sigh escapes her dark pink lips, a sigh of relief, she has finally set foot on the Islands once again. Fear clenches at her heart, a fear that can not be explained nor ignored. The girl who had set foot here 13 years ago is gone, the fragile, easily broken girl is gone.

Caesisus looks upon the familiar land with smoldering emerald eyes, she does not announce her arrival to the Islands. No, she quietly traverses the land, knowing where the dangers lie and where it would be safe to rest her aching body. A soft breeze ruffles her caramel wisps of mane, it is cool against her pearl skin and wraps her in a welcoming embrace. She steps lightly through the crackly grasses, a fog hangs above the trees, lifting as the suns rays try to warm the earth.

The morning sun filters through the fog, casting the meadow in an eery light. Emerald eyes warily watch the other horses that mill around. She does not recognize any of their faces, but how could she? She has been gone from the Islands for several years. The one thing that Caesisus knows, is that nothing ever stays the same. It was the one thing she can count on. A light snow had fallen during the midnight hours, lightly blanketing the meadow with a fresh powder of glistening snow.

She slows to a halt, her tail swishes against her pale sides, idly she stands letting the silence consume her. She does not make a noise, but stands there with her delicate crown raised and her ears flicking alertly within her unkempt caramel mane. She knows she is safe within the meadows borders, yet she still stands guard. Steam rolls from her flaring nostrils, up and around her delicately chiseled crown. As the seconds tick by, she begins to relax. She is satisfied that she has not been followed.