| as she rests her burning lungs, her dark eyes alight with life and excitement, she looks out over the rest of the meadow. horses mill about, some conversing, some eating, and some just meandering… feuerhertza regards them curiously, wondering what is driving them all. she tries to make out their expressions from the distance… smiles and frowns, irritated glances and anger. it is a picture of life’s possibilities and she finds it enthralling. her onlooking is interrupted when a young stallion calls out and starts to approach. he seems harmless enough, though she asseses his expression carefully. it mirrors her own curiosity and she figures she couldn’t blame him, considering the spectacle she just performed. with fluid motion she trots toward him, her cascading mane and tail floating in the soft breeze. when his words fall on her ears she smiles. her body draws to a stop before him abruptly, not breaking to a walk to soften her entrance. feuerhertza had her own style of doing things. with an emphatic nod she agrees with his statement, wishing she could tell him just why she was having so much fun and why she was so excited to be here. it was enough though to be here and she was all the more happy to make a new friend.
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