Today she'd strayed from the artist who called her his muse. He was probably indulging his his artistic creativity. Candy yawned from her place on the ground beneath a tree, the warm summer breeze blowing over her and through her short mane. It was a wonderful afternoon. She couldn't have asked for any nicer weather. For once it wasn't too and and was probably as close to just about right as you could get.
She was getting used to opening up to others, exploring and seeing new things, different people, things she'd never seen. She'd hoped to do more of this in the time she had to come.
