Princess…that was a nickname Juan had given her. A nickname was a sign of admiration, of love, and adoration. It was good. It was…..nice.
The big golden orb that shone brilliantly in the sky had wrapped itself across the woods once more. Day had come again to the much warmer land to set it’s heat upon the grounds that was far greater than the little foal was used to. There was no snow here, nor icicles, nor the chilly wind that would crawl up her back and slide down her legs. This place was too hot, too humid, and too scorching when one left the safety of the tall trees.
The little filly had seated herself so she was resting above her tucked legs that were placed comfortably below her upon the ground. Her large golden eyes traced over the crooked branches that intertwined with one another high above her head. Only broken rays from the sun could get into this place. The luminescent light dappled the wood’s undergrowth like the snow did on a bare log.
Such a calm and serene place this area turned out to be. Juan had brought her here not long ago, and even now as she sat alone the young foal could still feel his presence lingering from somewhere beyond the surrounding shadows. At last she could rest her head upon the ground and sleep peacefully. There was no one else around but she and Juan. Safety surrounded them by the hands of the trees. Yet the question, like a fly, continued to buzz back and fourth on the edge of her thoughts. Were she and Juan the only ones here in this shaded paradise? Or were there others lurking, just like her guardian, in the black abyss?
