The sun was warm, though the skies were turning a bit gray. It wasn't unpleasant weather, even if it did promise rain some time in the near future. Rain was good after all. If every day was a sunny day, then everything would dry up and wilt. So while rainy, or rain-threatening, days might not seem as fun or nice as a sunny day did to most, they were still pleasant enough. Besides which, the clouds kept the sun from shining in her eyes without making the day too dark to see well. It wasn't raining now, and she wasn't concerned about the weather later either. It didn't look like a big storm shaping up after all, just a plain old drizzle wasn't likely to hurt anybody.
Sunchaser's name made her sound like someone who would mourn the promise of rain, but that was certainly far from the case. Rain and sun came and went, one without the other was no good but together they kept the world green and healthy. Just like spring and summer might seem better than winter, when the food was scarce under snow, but without a chance to rest and refresh itself how might the earth be faring? There was good in everything, even a mistake was a chance to grow and learn something new. A failure was a far better teacher than success, even if it didn't seem nearly as nice.
She hadn't failed, but her endeavor had been only barely successful. She'd stood her ground, as she always did when someone called upon her for help, but while she might be quite the large mare she had never been much for fighting. There were so many other ways to solve a problem, so many better ways. But sometimes things were such that a fight came to be the only option, no matter how much she wished it not to be so. Sunchaser shook herself for perhaps the hundredth time since yesterday evening. She felt a bit bruised still, though the small cuts and scrapes had scabbed over. It still felt itchy and stiff, and she wanted to be rid of the sensations. She didn't like fighting, and she didn't like these persistent little reminders that she had hurt, and been hurt by, someone else. Better her than the one she was trying to help, but once tempers had cooled and apologizes come forth all she felt was guilty. Not successful at all.
Her ears perked forward, catching the tiny babble of a brook somewhere nearby. Her eyes roved over the soft curves of faint hills, and her steps slowed as she listened to the water. A drink would be pleasant after all, even if she were a bit old to roll in the mud just because the cool earth felt good against itchies. It rarely seemed quite worth it when she was trying to get her coat back into some semblance of order. But the water would be nice and cool too. No mud rolling required.
ATh e a r t
Here is the 'Others to Teach' plot RP, as promised. Sorry it took so long, hope it's okay.
