With eyes like her father’s Fearthainn gazed upward at the fluffy clouds as they slowly drifted overhead. She took note of the different shapes the cloud’s seemed to mimic and wondered if they looked that way by choice or if it just happened. On many occasions she had been informed that she thought too much and did too little but it never bothered her. There were so many things this world kept secret, so many undiscovered concepts that she found enjoyment in puzzling over. Normally her dad would catch her looking off into space and just smile. A picture of the flaming haired stallion popped into her head and a small smile parted her maw. Though her father was a bit overprotective at times she loved him, she didn’t know what she would do without him and the rest of the family. Lowering her eyes she stared at the green grass below her hooves and took a deep breath of the clean air. Though she had her father’s eyes she looked almost exactly like her mother. Bella was a great mother; this was something she discovered without too much thought. She loved her and her sister without bounds and she knew her mother would always be there for her when she was in need.
Allowing her front legs to buckle she laid down and allowed the sun to soak into her pale coat. She thought back to the time when she asked her father about the armor that covered his chest. He told her a wonderful story about how he was a knight from long ago. She recalled listening intently as though her life depended on it. Fearthainn was always in the pursuit of knowledge; she considered nothing to be of little importance. She could find a lesson within the simplest of stories told by her sister, mother or father. Her sister’s familiar often told the best stories because he was open and mischievous. She was fond of the little weasel and enjoyed her time with him. Releasing a sigh of contentment she rolled fully on her side and closed her eyes.
The grass tickled her nostrils and the scent relaxed her even further. The tiny muscles that always seemed to want to be in action grew loose and her body began to feel heavy. The thought of her mother and father’s stern faces flickered in her mind. She hadn’t told them where she was going or when she would be back. More to the point, she had actually snuck off so she and her thoughts may be left alone. It was boring merely sitting around and reflecting on puzzles from the past. Her mind was in need of something new and exciting. She once asked her father to teach her about the ways of the knight but he had refused. There was something in the way his eyes glazed over when he spoke of his past that led her to believe it wasn’t a happy one. Still, she wished she could learn what he had and seen what he had seen.
