Summer was in full swing. Cold and short days had given way to longer and hotter days. Young were shedding their baby days and stepping into full blown childhood. The flowers were in full bloom, filling the air with the sweet scents as bees buzzed from bud to bud.Adalinda hated every moment of it. Thanks to the heat, the mare could not stand to wander far from the soothing water of her lake. To wander far would mean risking the cruel sun drying out her hide, or worse, burning. She could not afford such weakness.
During every waking moment, she needed to be at her best. If anyone were to threaten her lake, she needed to be prepared to defend it. And if a weak Soquili were to wander onto her turf, she needed to be ready to show that Soquili the mistake that it had made.
So now she lurked within the waters of her lake, her head barely breaking the surface of the water as her serpentine body glided beneath. Every now and then, one of her glowing orbs would shoot out, dancing in the air before diving back down. It seemed that the heat was too much for even them.
Too herself, Adalinda could admit that she was growing restless. She craved for something to happen. Needed something to happen.
