Soft cracks filled a body as it rose from the ground. Blue eyes that were growing dim and lonely once more slowly blinked, looking out over the forest. Licking her white muzzle, a chestnut thoroughbred named Asphara shook out her frame and stretched her standard sized body. Her long mane and tail slowly drifted in the breeze, their long strands twisting and turning before her frame shifted away from the dense darkness of her home. “Must find him.” She murmured, her voice cracking. No longer the little first that met Tyr, Asphara was eleven years old. She wasn't old exactly, but most wild horses barely managed to make it past fifteen. They were even more lucky to make it to twenty.
Vanishing from the Forest without a word, Asphara roamed the crossing for a long time. Her mind was stranded, lost to what she should have been happy with. Yet, the flame red mare could not be upset with herself in the long run. She had met Polar, had loved him, but once again he had left her abandoned. It ate at her heart, but she did not let that control her life any longer. Instead, the mare found herself slowly moving through the spring grasses that marked the season in the Meadow.
Lifting her nose towards the sky, Asphara drug in a deep breath that had her head turning. Flicking her ears forward, the red mare walked steadily towards what she had scented. Getting closer, Asphara gave a soft whicker before pushing to see a new foal on the ground. Looking the shiny colt over from her distance, the older woman who had foals of her own smiled faintly. “Healthy?” She asked, her voice gentle as her slightly greying face looked toward the mares eyes if they eye contact was allowed.
ASPHARA
mare | 15.3hhs | chestnut | of the forest
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