Post by Persephone on Mar 25, 2009 14:12:57 GMT -5
Persephone
The mare's hoof beats were in a steady rhythm. One. Two. Three,Four. One. Two. Three,Four. The sound continued repeatedly. Her mind wandered freely as she gracefully galloped her way through the grass and trees. She lobed herself over falled trees or stumps that crossed her path. This was easy for her. The easiest thing she's ever learned to do. Jumping was not difficult for any horse on this earth. But this seemed to be simplier than anything else a horse could do.
Even eating and drinking seemed more difficult than jumping for her. Maybe it was because when she ran, her heart was in it, as was her soul. She considered it a passion more than she considered it nessacary. But of course, it was a nessacity.
She reached her destination, and sadly enough, her hooves came to a stand still. The water looked tempting enough to actually get in it. For, it was a warm day. She snorted and clopped her way over to the clear water. She could see her reflection in it. A solid white mare, with a white mane. Nothing special, no details. She shook her thoughts and bent her head to lap up the water.
