home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
Weir laid in the shade almost on her back with her legs spread out before her in the tall grasses. Her head and horns outstretched onto the ground with her skin touching the moist, cool soil. The trees around her blocked out much of the warm sun of this midday. The shade dappled her milky and rosy body as the long branches swayed in the light to medium wind. It is genuinely an extremely relaxing spot that she had plopped down on. The leaves and grasses brushed against each other when the breeze blew. Grasshoppers and other small bugs crawled in the grass of flew around on the wings of the air.
Braided ivory tail tossed and lightly smacked her side when a fly would happen to land on her.
She was not asleep but was in deep relaxation. Her ears would swivel on her head when she would hear things, sometimes she would even lift her head and pink eyes would peek out from between eyelids and she would glance around herself. The red leaves on her horn tinkling gently with the sudden movement. With no danger in sight she would flop her head back to the ground with a huff and stretch out her legs once again, her hooves pressing against the dirt as she stretches her neck and her back.
Her mind daydreams now of the safety and the peace she has found here in this land. She thinks of her initial adventure here and all who she had already met. She thinks of the strange stared female with her short stature, of the mane-less male with the nose-ring, and she thinks about the green striped male who had disappeared. The one horse that sticks out in her mind is Rosti. He seemed like he was coming out of his shell but still so hidden to her senses. She thought about his unusual horns and his think foreign accent. She thought about how spotted and mottled almost his coat was. She wanted to dress him in trinkets or garments that would make his look stunning.
She smiles with her eyes closed at the thought of it. White teeth peered out from pale lips.
