The clear night sky was caught in the branches of the forest, making the usually brown and green forest turn to a pretty light blue, and the shadows stretch farther across the ground. It was both a creepy, and a beautiful, sight to Meyra, who had been drawn out on a nightly walk. The forest was mostly quiet, only the chirping crickets, an occasional bird call, and the sound of leaves and twigs crunching under hoof. Ocassionally, a crisp breeze slipped though the forest, causing leaves to whisper quietly as they were passed. Meyra began to speed up as she moved through the forest, first from a walk to a trot, then from a trot to a gallop. Then the mare was running full speed through the trees, enjoying the simplicity of it. A stabbing pain brought her quickly to a stop about ten minutes later, scarlet liquid, black in the light, glistend as it dripped from her hoof. "Must've stepped on a sharp rock," she muttered, looking around. The area was familliar, but it was awhile away from her home, it probably take her at least an hour to get home with a limp, and she wasn't to willing to make the journey home yet.
