Meadow

A soft giggle broke the silence as the morning sun cast over the Meadow. Breaking from the trees, Kimber cantered out into the open on gangly young legs, her lean form not quite filling out despite reaching for maturing height. Her mane and tail had thickened with age, parting to bounce on both sides of her arched neck as each step was made in grace. The morning dew dampened her flesh, darkening the shield of roan across her chest as the grass lapped just high enough as she rushed through them.


The exhilarating feeling of a dawn run always left a smile on her lips, and only after making a few circles around the empty opening does she stop. Head held high, her ears pushed forward while eyes look to her surroundings. It had been quite some time since she had found the company of others, her fascination with the Peak mares dying as it always did with everything else. The only thing that held her attention now, was the last Autumn days that would soon give to winter. The desert born girl had never seen snow, but each morning she hoped to open her eyes to a fresh dusting. Instead, it was met with the colorful change of leaf fall.


Breath billowing from her nose upon the crisp air, the young filly tosses her head and gives a half rear before prancing around with her tail flagged behind her. If only she had a playmate, it was the only thing to make this morning better.