The day is blissful and quiet. The sun shines in the clear blue sky, and only a soft breeze rustles the multicolored leaves still clinging to the trees. Kerr feels just as peaceful as he grazes on the last of the fall grasses. Already they had begun to yellow and his coat has begun to thicken, making the stallion wonder if winter would be harsh this year? A meaningless thought, and it flutters away just as quickly as it had come. The stallion doesn’t truly mind either way. He will endure it; whatever may come.
Lifting his pale face, his ears flick forward amid tussled brown locks. So far no one else had intruded upon the little meadow. Leaving the stallion to enjoy the pretty autumn afternoon in solitude. Despite others that may seek loneliness on purpose, Kerr only embraces it because that is what life has given him. Though compared to others, it could hardly be considered a hardship.
A soft sigh blows out if his pink nostrils and he ambles his way into the trees and along a worn path many others had taken before him. The quiet roar of the falls gets louder as Kerr draws nearer, but it isn’t to the base of the waterfall he finds himself. Instead, the stallion comes to the stream a little further down. A great place to quench his thirst, and he steps to the edge and lowers his head to do just that.
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