The dark-skinned mare looked only bright in the spring sunshine. Her glistening gold hair was especially hard to look at as it reflected the stream of sunlight she sat under. A big patch of sunlight, unmarred by a tree, like Teagan sat under, was usually hard to find in the thick foliage of the forest, and it acted like a spotlight.
She was looking particularly at ease as she lifted her chest and face toward the sun, arching her back and closing her eyes. An apple was grasped gently in her right hand. Both rested palms up near her front legs, relaxed. She was exposed and unguarded, a rarity for Teagan, who often found herself alone with only her wits. Sitting on her own was asking for trouble but she couldn't ignore the rare patch of sun and abandoned all common sense to bask in it. An untrained but not all that unpleasant humming sounded from the mare, drifting past the first few surrounding trees.
