The air was quiet, and the dim light remained still through the thick forest trees it filtered through. The nearby silent river continued with its gentle night hum, as water reflected elegantly back to the moon that birthed the dancing lights. As one would expect in the early summer's night, all noise was gone, taken back by the once-active inhabitants that ran their daily lives through the trees and branches of the wooded area, now depleted of the day energy, but content in their midnight stirring, for the weather kept them in a warm laze. All was slumbering and motionless, save for a distinct silvery-white form moving through the trees.
Soft blonde-white hair flowed behind the figure as the lasting rays of the moon illuminated his walk. The stallion did little to hesitate in his steps, motivated by the feeling of enchantment through running freely--wildly. However, his expression remained calm--impenetrable, even. His gallop was not aimless, for something in the winds tugged at him through the tight maze the interwoven trees made.
The white stallion raced against the river's path, and soon found himself in a better lit clearing. Once he had reached it, his gallop instinctively slowed to a canter through the edge by the trees. His head turned towards the moon, coincidentally full this night. It had been ages since his last serene moment with the moon...
A grunt came from the stallion, echoing throughout the trees in the vicinity, and he walked closer to the center in which the moon casted a brighter influence on. A wary eye gazed through the trees surrounding, so sure that he wasn't the only soul in the area. Sensing something, the stallion proudly steps further in the light to glow in, for the shadows never invited friends in.
