the road less traveled
She had come to call the Plains her on again, off again home. It was much like a house at this point, however. A place she could come back to, but not put down roots. For Willoughby, she did not think such a thing existed for her. Not yet anyway. Too new to this realm to make much of a splash, she spent her days wandering to those that would accept her and then come back here for rest. No court held her interest for long, for she had no one to call friend yet.
Perhaps it had been foolish of her to reject her master's plea. He had told her to come with him to the next grand adventure, to sing with him forever... Yet she was not ready to be tied down. No man or woman had tickled her fancy enough to call it that forever. The mare sighed, breathing in the scents of the realm she had come to admire. One day she would venture further. This was not the day. Dusk was fading into night, and she was alone yet again.
As a social creature, Willoughby sought company in any form. Leaving behind her usual place of rest, she crept under the moonlight. A pleasant smile graced her lips as she glanced this way and that, hoping to get a glimpse of some beast that had decided to take a moonlit walk.
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