The day was cooler, with a brisk wind that kept the temperature just right. The air here was salty and sweet and usually very pleasant. It was here, along the crashing waves Cameo called home. The mare stood at the line between sand and grass silently praying that someone would take her far away this place. But, it seemed like a useless dream sometimes when one spent so many days with the birds.
Her orange eyes swept across the grass until her eyes landed on an odd shaped rock laying just a few feet away. Using the tips of a few wing feathers to pick it up. She examined it closely, her eyes shimmering with excitement. "Perfect!" She whispered. It's white and black color was rare, but mixed with it's round shape and open middle it would be perfect for the necklace she had in mind.
