It was a cool morning, fresh dew in the green grassland. She had left the herd lands a few days ago, mainly out to get some air, to explore, and just to go. She got moods like this, sometimes more often then not. It was just part of who she was, to get out there in the world and meet what it had to give. It was not always bright sunny days, actually, the mare had her moments where danger was waiting around the corner.
This morning was like most, cool temperatures nipped at her body, the wet grass damped the fur of her lower legs, but the valley was clear, as far as the eyes could see, and there was a lovely welcoming scent of spring to come in the air. Her head lowered, leaning in to take a few small nibbles of the grass. It had an odd taste, not as sweet as the grass at home, that was for sure. It was one thing she hated, she could never bring the grass from home with her on these trips.
The soft braid around her head gave slightly, falling slightly along her face, making her eyes close as to avoid noticing the mane that caressed her face. Even if she could not see it she could still fill it caressing over her face, enough that her head would be pulled away from her snack and shook to shake the strand away, those odd blue eyes opening to glance around over the rolling lush grass, and her ears shot up, listening for the sound of running water.
