Barely a sole seemed to stir on this night, leaving the land with a tranquil aura. Almost mockingly, the sickle mooned smiled at the mare whom braved the dark. Her whiskey eyes gleamed as they reflected the lunar light and then narrowed as she ripped them away.The mare didn't kid herself. She knew that it was dangerous to wander alone at night, but this was the only time that she felt she could bathe in peace. And with all that had been happening in her life, she needed a nice relaxing bath.
Gabriel, her dearest friend, or so she had thought, was warring with her. He did not appreciate her views on Kalona. Just when had Gabriel lifted the wing serpents on pedestals, she could not say. But that was not why warred with him. She felt he would see the light the first time one of the vile creatures stabbed him in the back. What had angered, and deeply hurt, her, was being called an "obligation." Just when did he start seeing their time spent together as an obligation?
The very thought of being considered an obligation had the mare mentally scoffing. She did not need someone to talk with. And she most certainly did not need someone taking care of her. She could do it all herself. And she would show that to Gabriel.
With a hardened heart, the mare stepped into the cool stream. Her bull skull mask laying discarded in the grass. The cool water lapped at her as it continued along it's merry way. It was not long before her curly mane, the color of white gold, began to fan out in the water around her.
This was just what she needed.
