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 Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 4:46 pm
 Grass bent and split under delicate white hooves, brown, almost green eyes gazing carefully down to avoid the helpless insect. It was that time of year, now, when caterpillars and moths felt their way through the grass, and the mare was forced to watch her step in an effort to save a life and keep her hooves clean.
When grass gave way to pebble and dirt, Nakanadi let out a soft sigh and shook her curling mane from her face, lifting it to the sky. Another day, another adventure - alone. How many times had she gone off alone, to explore the world outside where she'd been raised? How many trails had she created in her seemingly endless free time? The mare lamented on her need for another hobby, and rolled her eyes.
A tiny streamlet ran through the dirt, promising adventure if she followed it; she could see how it widened as it went on, and that could only mean one thing - it led to something bigger, like a lake, or even the ocean! Ears flicking up excitedly - which faded almost instantly, for she was never one to become excited for too long - Nakanadi began her pursuit of the end of the water source.
Along the way, she began to hum, enjoying the early-Autumn weather with a passion. It wasn't too hot, nor too cold, and the brightly-colored leaves matched her markings wonderfully. Still, she felt a bit bad about showing even a little vanity, but had often had to convince herself that she deserved attention, too, even if it had to be from herself.
Thankfully, the day was still young. Birds were beating their wings furiously through the air, small and large alike, all trying to keep up with one another in haphazard patterns of flight. They all looked very strange to her - she'd never seen another soquili with wings, nor had she ever seen anything with patterns like them before, although she'd certainly heard of them. Soquili who could fly, or with amazing, exotic patterns - fanged soquili, soquili who swam and breathed in the ocean... it was all too strange-sounding, but seeing birds fly made anything seem possible.
Smiling to herself, she picked up her hooves a little in a dainty trot. Oh, yes, she could wander all day.
... alone.
She sighed internally. Where was the good mood now?
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