Meadow

It had been three seasons ago that Eriana had finally decided to let fate find her home. Seemed fate thought her funny. Eyes heavy with a tiredness she didn’t quite understand, the pale pintaloosa mare made her way over to lay beneath a tree. It was hard, allowing herself to be this vulnerable. But sleep had nearly made her knees buckle twice, it was time to give in. “Why did you have to leave?” she asked her parents for the millionth time, though they obviously could not answer. She hoped they were happy on the mainlands, and more often than not, regretted not going with them.


As the young mare began to give a quick glance around, making sure she was safe to continue laying here, white flakes drifted down from the cloud covered sky. Winter’s first snow. It was pretty and Eriana watched the glistening flakes in a rapture, before a shiver crawled down her spine. As much as she hated the heat of summer, she disliked the frigid feeling of winter even more.


Without so much as a short nap, or even a small doze, Eriana forced herself to get up again. With the snow beginning to fall heavier, making it hard to see around her, she didn’t want the ground to take away her warmth nor did she want a predator to sneak up on her while it was so hard to see. So, with a heavy sigh that she could see on the crisp air, she leaned her body against the tree instead, hoping it would keep her from nearly collapsing like she had done earlier when she closed her eyes.