Xeria stood quietly in the midst of the vast field, enjoying the openness. The freedom. She was new to these lands and had been delighted to find such a space. The sky stretched above her, empty of clouds as dusk took hold. Autumn was in the air, but the day had boasted clear skies, the earth soaking up the sun's warmth before winter rolled into town and life scurried for cover. The prairie grass was brown and straw-like and while most of the flowers had wilted, a few red dots were still scattered about.

She lifted her nose to the sky, taking in the dying scents of summer as the temperature cooled and a soft breeze played in her mane and choppy little tail. She stood still as she watched the stars begin to show in the deep turquoise sky that blended from tan to brown as it near the horizon, a perfect match to the colors of her own coat. Her own golden stars twinkled across her coat in the form of small golden dots. She matched the sky and she never felt more at ease as she did standing here when she felt as though she could just melt away into the colors of dusk.

As the light of the day faded, the hole in her head where her right eye should have been became a black pit, like an embodiment of what she felt in her heart, the feelings she ran from by detaching herself. But they liked to try to claw their way out, in moments like this where she was left in wonder of the world she lived in. So she gave herself a small shake and awkwardly turned herself, her hind legs stiff as she began to limp back the way she came as the sun tucked itself away and the moon began to glow in an ever-darkening night sky.