Post by delai on Nov 4, 2007 23:25:57 GMT -5
A morning mist settled over the ground. The light wind teased at its edges. A snort sounded, and a pretty chestnut mare came into view. She snorted apprehensively, and stepped forward into the unknown land. Walking delicately, she wandered up to a lone tree in the unfolding meadow. Lowering her head to the ground, she waited.