home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
Long white and pink tail tossed lazily back and forth behind Weir as she made her way towards the creek known as Amare Creek. The moist soil was forgiving under her pale and pinkish hooves, clinging to her almost translucent tips of her hooves. The color striking against the lush green foliage of ferns and low laying ground-cover flowers, clovers, and wild grasses. She trotted peacefully and calmly through the brush to where the slow-moving waters flowed. She could see the water through the birch and cedar trees. The water reflecting the sunrise on the water’s surface. The surface is smooth since the creek is flat and wide. This part of the creek is not very steep so there are no rapids. Small circles would appear occasionally and rippled out until they disappeared. She couldn’t see the bugs that made them but she could see the mouths of the fish as they would jump to try and catch the bugs.
Her hips effortlessly carried her whole body to the edge of the water, where she sauntered to a halt. Long, loose, and braided hair swayed forward and then returned to its usual resting place randomly around her face and down both sides of her neck. She is here because of the beautiful golden water in front of her and the possibility of finding the relic everyone is thinking about. This time she thought about searching the stream bed since it was calm, shallow, and easy to see through the water. She lowered her head and sipped the cool, crisp water until her lips felt chilled. Next she stepped into the water with her nose above the surface of the water and looked at the rocks below the surface. Occasionally she would turn over a rock here or there and see what is underneath. She hoped maybe the next one covered something lost, shiny, and of value to her.
