Night concealed a lot, but not those who contained light. Or in the case of a dark mare in the distant grasses splashed with white amongst her body, held light.
A lantern that can only be said to have been made from the unknown, of fantasies, shifted comfortably from its holder, held by the mare's forever patient care. It was the only source of light in the area as the cold winter night made itself known. The mare shivered as she turned her glowing eyes to the darkness, in search of life.
But times like these were not so desolate for her, for it was a season of joy, a season of her parents', and it was her season. It had been but just a year when she first entered this realm from her parents, and the mare had learned many things since then. The spirits had blessed her well, giving her the grace and aptitude of her mother, and the looks and fortitude of her father. With these characteristics, this mare grew up beautifully alongside her older sister and brother, who had since then dispersed, though she had strongly hoped to one day cross paths again. And like the evasive presences of her siblings came the likewise appearances of her parents; while the mare had accustomed herself to wandering to places to look for others who needed her light, she found herself seeing her most treasured role models less.
But those lonely thoughts did not depress the mare, for she always knew no matter how dark it got, or far she was, ones dearest would always be in her heart.
And so she traveled, guiding others with her calm demeanor and experience, illuminating the darkness surrounding.
It seemed like another routine night, but the mare sensed something near, and flashed her light towards the source, curious of what was to come.
