Chatter...Chatter Chatter... These were the sounds that filled the air from the leaves dancing in the wind and bumping into each other clumsily. Autumn had reached its peak and was slowly beginning to die away. Leaves littered the ground everywhere the large purple stallion stepped and the cold breeze, a warning from the winter, was beginning to pick up. Lucky for the stallion, the sun refused to hide. The warmth from the bright ball of fire kept the stallion from freezing.
With each step Papillon took, the sound of ice cold metal rubbing up against itself followed. His ears pinned back and he grimaced from the sharp sound and icy touch the chains had. He sighed softly as he watched the butterflies that followed him land against his back, searching for any source of heat they could. Winter was his least favorite season. Papillon lifted his head high as he looked around in the midday light. It seemed everyone was hiding out, searching for places to stay warm during the winter. It was only him and the sounds of the leaves dancing with the wind.
