The breeze sent a rather uneasy chill across the stallion’s back as he made his way through the small grove of trees that seemed to bud on their own in the small field. To him these little random patches of trees, flowers, shrubs and so forth always seemed to prove rather unusual compared to most the somewhat more organized areas of actually forest but never the less he always felt like he was hiding out in a little fort like a foal pretending not to see his sisters nearby calling for him. Of course after a while they figured out his favorite hiding spot and well hiding there was no more fun when they knew where he always was. Oh to be young a so youthful… what was he saying he was still young! Wasn’t he? Tsela shook his head and mutter to himself, great now talking to himself really making himself feel old.
Giving a small stretch of his legs Tsela gave a snort as another pile of snow seemed to fall from the sky. The weather was getting warmer and the snow was starting to give way. Soon it would be spring and oh the flowers would bloom again. That was his favorite about the seasons, seeing the small colorful buds bud towards the sky each with their own rather unique color. They reminded him of…. Well who it was shouldn’t be remembered as the small pain echoed through his heart. Tsela shook his head again sometimes it was better when things just remained drifting in the past.
