The painted female took off in an sudden burst of energy. Her multi colored eyes flared for a moment. The first out of the brood and taking more after her mother's dainty side with her father's height made her one attractive. Though one of three girls each of them had their own specific beauty traits. She was sure her mother and father were proud of all of them too. Her hooves thudded with the ground kicking up snow, just like she was as a foal.Where had time gone, still in this world she felt so small and so young. Yet she still, indeed was a mare...she pondered at the thought as she raced with the wind. Following it to wherever it would take her. That's how she had been all her life and still thats how she is now. The Earth was still a living thing to her and she in turn took care of it as much as possible. Then again she had to explain it to some of the ill minded but, eventually they too would see.
