Morgana stood silently under a tree thinking about a stallion she'd recently meet in the valleys. Her dark crimson orbs were dreamy and far away as her mind turned over their meeting bringing back everything he'd said to her and the kindness he'd so whole heartedly shown. She'd always thought stallion to be pompous jerks, could this be the one that changed her whole opinion?
At the same time she was afraid to fall in love, afraid of being hurt again and left once more to a cold and lonely world. With a sigh Morgana slid slowly to the ground and rested her muzzle against the grass breathing slowly. She looked like a living statue as she sat so still there wanting some kind of relief from the turmoil in her mind.
