The rising sun shone through the light forest, casting long and faint shadows across the dew-kissed grass. The mare's steps were soft, almost silent as she stepped on the soft ground beneath her. Ananchel had woken early this morning, left her den hidden in the forest and her baskets, and had gone out to enjoy the morning sights. Birds chirped happily from above, and the flowers at her hooves seemed to perk into the warm sunlight. Spring was upon them now; she was enjoying the relief from the cold frost.
The alicorn shifted her wings a bit, looking from side to side through the light foliage to an open field, to which she slowly made her way. The sun sprayed on her face, making the silverblue gain a faint tinge of gold, and a faint smile appeared on her face.
The alicorn shifted her wings a bit, looking from side to side through the light foliage to an open field, to which she slowly made her way. The sun sprayed on her face, making the silverblue gain a faint tinge of gold, and a faint smile appeared on her face.
