Falls

“Wow” the mare breathed out; her eyes wide as she stared up at the massive waterfall. She had never seen anything like it. The roaring sound of it’s endless power. The fine mist that came from it and dampened her black and white coat. Or the taste of the crisp mountain pool that gathered at the base. A smile curved Sweetbriar’s pink lips, her ears perking happily. She could stand here and watch it forever, mesmerized by nature’s monument. But the moon that was starting to rise into the ink-colored sky made her sigh, knowing she had to leave this peaceful place. For now.

“I will be back in the morning.” she promised the falling water, staring at it a moment more before she turned away. Stepping out of the small opening and into the embrace of the trees, Sweetbriar let out another soft sigh. It was great to be back here on the islands her parents had called home. But it was not her home. The mare did not know anyone’s names, nor the name of the islands and their territories. It was all foreign, and if not for the fun of the adventure itself, she had rather be back at her real home. “But I miss them.” she reminded herself on why she was here. Wanting to be close to the last piece of her parents she had left.

Finding a suitable place among some leaf litter, Sweetbriar lowered her head and drug her lips over the leaves as she contemplated laying down. It had been a long time since she had rested her legs, but on her own like this she felt extremely vulnerable. Deciding it wasn’t worth the risk, the black and white mare let out a soft sigh and lifted her head. Perking her ears, she looked to her surroundings a moment before leaning her hip against the nearest tree and closed her eyes to try and get some sleep.