Today was beautiful, it was slightly overcast which was good for those who didn't quite like the sun much. An the wind oh the wind was blowing just right. So right that Buttercup's hair covered in roses blew gently in the wind. Who knew the wind could feel so nice, she thought to herself. When the wind blew it looked as though her roses were floating away with the breeze. Though at the thought of the wind stealing her roses she giggled and spoke softly to it,"I'm afraid I have to keep these." With that she took her hoof and pushed her tail back down to the earth.
As she did so she began to look at the sky. It was probably time for her to move on, since even though she enjoyed relaxing in the wind. Tonight she still needed to find a place to rest. So she slowly began to walk forward in the wind. Her hair still blowing gently with each breath it took. Not really caring where she was going, but still she kept an eye out for whatever may come her way.
