Blue hooves pawed boredly at the ground. The large stallion attatched to them grunted and scowled as the grass beneath him gave way to dense soil. Despite recently meeting two wonderful mares who were quite enjoyable to talk to, Dichali felt grumpy.
It was evening, and the weather had been rather gloomy. The clouds were seemingly leaking, allowing a light drizzle to cause the usually cheerful and relaxed stallion to become stiff and hold his wings close to his body. What had caused this? Did it really matter?