The morning was slowly fading into the afternoon as the sun shifted over the sky above heading slowly back down towards the earth. The lovely red mare Adia paid little mind to the suns position for now as she had plenty of time before she would have to go back to the weeping willow she and her small family called home. For now she was enjoying the warmth of the suns rays and doing her best to ignore the cool breezes that whipped through the meadow where she searched for remenants of her favorite blades of baby grass. In the winter her search for those little blades seemed futile but she never gave up until she had that certain meadow picked clean which sometimes took her several days to do in the light. Food was the only thing she was ever so picked about. If it was not soft and green she wouldn't eat it and by the end of winter she was always left rather thin because of her pickiness. Not even her daughter could sway her to eat the brown crunchy stuff.
