She prances on nimble hooves and glance towards
the sky. The clouds show no sign of the rain
she can smell coming. She stretches her wings
and lifts from the ground. Climbing higher and
higher brings a greater scense of freedom. She
flies over trees, a small lake, rolling hills
until she finally spots what she has been
searching for. Home. She whinnys and lands
gracefully in a valley filled with flowers. She
tosses her mane and looks around. It was hers,
all hers. This was were she belongs. There are
others here. Her mother and father, Pride and
Aura, standing together, watching the other
frolic in the field. They are the oldest, but
hadn't been here long. They had been found and
brought here by thier caretaker, Nyx. Her sister
FireLight, who had been abandoned and found only
by chance to be brought to meet her parents for
the first time since she was very young,
prancing around calling attention from the
single stallions. Thistle, with her spikes,
sitting, looking at the clouds, daydreaming as
usual. She was the first to come, she was the
one that found this place after Nyx brought her
to live in her world. Cast and Surf, the alpha
and beta males of the 'herd', bicker back and
forth about the looks of this mare or that mare. . .
ladies men 'til the end. Finaly she looks to
Twist and Tri. Found after being abandoned like
so many others. Tri walked slowly towards
Thistle, forever in love, but hiding his feelings.
Twist, whose wings danced with color, seemed not
to fit in. Too uptight, and well mannered, so
very unlike everyone else. She smiles to herself
and joins the others in the field. She was home.
