Dawn had just risen, painting the world in it's golden glow. Fields of browning grass almost shined as the warming rays flooded over them. Fonn lay nestled in a large field, hidden from sight by the tall grass that seemed to sway and dance to it's own music. She was tired to say the least, she had stayed up most the night chasing fire flies; but slowly and surly she stirred in the amber sea of grass and rose to her hooves. It would be a long day, she had far to travel, and though she didn't know or remember where she was going she was determined to get there on time. Stretching slightly to help wake herself up Fonn set out across the plane.
