e is sooo bossy. He think he knows what is best for her, but he doesn't. And he definitely doesn't want her to have ANY fun. He is boring and always warning her away from anything fun. Eva, don't stray. Eva do you want to get lost? Every warning he has ever shouted still rings inside of her head. So how could she EVER forget? To check the shadows for the boogeyman. To look under the rocks for snakes. To always look behind her to insure no one follows her. She wasn't a child.... she is 3 years old. A full grown woman. Well, that is at least what she tells herself.

The tender grasses beneath her hooves are delicious - each bite is an explosion of flavor and sweet on the tongue. These grasses were so much better then the ones she could find in the Thicket. Well, it could also be the fact that they were literally on the other side of the border. What was the saying the grasses is greener on the other side? Or something like that...

Contently she grazes until she has finally greedily filled her belly. A content sigh lingers on her lips, this was the life. No worries. No brother telling her what to do. She definitely could hideaway in this little stretch of grass for hours, maybe even days, she thinks to herself.

With a full belly, she folds her long legs neatly, lays down amongst the wild flowers and beneath the shadows of an ancient oak tree. She then lays her head on a pillow of grass and stares up at the lazy afternoon sky through the branches of the tree. Fluffy white clouds float soundlessly across the vast blue sky. Each began to take their own unique shapes - some looked like bears or unicorns or even a rabbit. Contently she watches the sky until her eyes grow heavy and she falls into a peaceful slumber, with the soft whir of bugs and the chirping of birds as her lullaby.

DRAFT X - MARE - CLASSIC CHAMPAGNE DUN PINTALOOSA - SEVENTEEN HANDS

of the Thicket