Aras pranced through the meadow, leaping and bounding along with the song he was singing. Bells hung around his ankles, jingling with each step to accompany his voice. Birds chirped in the distance, almost as if they were singing with this stallion who seemed to be on top of the world. It was possible he was, but it was also possible that he had just received the most tragic news in the world. It didn't matter what mood he was in or what emotions he was feeling, Aras always found a reason to sing.His song was of love. Starting of as a spark and then growing into an ever burning flame that couldn't be put out no matter how much those opposed tried. It was one of his favourites; for a reason he didn't quite understand since he hadn't experienced this himself. The song reached his climax and his voice grew louder, his hooves stomping on the ground. Despite not having an audience, he was putting on quite a show.
