Meadow

Sleep gently grasped the chestnut mare and pulled her away to a dreamless place. Her body had faintly been dusted with snow and she seemed at peace with where she chose to bed down. Her body was at peace for just a little while, but as with all things, the peace ended as a voice entered her tired ears and she stirred awake.


Blinking soft blue eyes open, Asphara slowly managed to wake herself enough to listen as a voice seemed to just twinkle into her ears. Yawning, she blinked many times before her gaze set upon a stallion. His coloring was unique. Her eyes slowly trailed over him as he moved to try and shield her from the wind. She was thankful, but that thought didn't even have time to cross her mind as she seemed to almost drool at this…. handsome stallion before her.


Letting his words slowly filter into the part of her brain that worked, Asphara faintly chuckled as she pulled herself out of the fog that she found herself falling into. “You are alright Polar.” Came her soft voice as she shifted a bit to stand up and let his body fully block the wind now. Her ears perked forward as she once again looked at him like a love struck teenager. “My name is Asphara. I'm from the ridge.” She murmured and looked down to her hooves. She had a home, but she didn't feel like she belonged there.

ASPHARA

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mare | 15.3hhs | chestnut | of the ridge

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