Welcome to Gaia! ::

The mare wasn't certain what it was that had awoken her so early in the morning. The sun was little more than a smear of light above the trees on the horizon, and even the birds hadn't all awoken to begin their cacophony of a morning chorus. But there'd been an undeniable and very familiar itch in her legs after she'd shaken the grogginess from her head, and Xaivary had obeyed the urge.

It was time to run. She dashed by the trees and down a river bank, clods of muddy grass and earth occasionally tossed up by unheeding hooves as she headed downstream. The wind rushing by, the thrill of thudding hoof-beats, the internal sound of breath and heartbeat. It was a trance. Or a drug. For her, anyway; not everyone appreciated it the same way that Xai did.

Not everyone else was enjoying a run in the dim of early dawn, either. She preferred it that way. She didn't dislike people, precisely... she just wasn't really comfortable around many of them. And right now anyone who wanted to converse with her might well have to put up with a race, anyway!