Post by stormsnow on May 15, 2009 5:41:28 GMT
It was early morning, and Eira stood in a small clearing, the kookaburras in the trees laughing and the gang-gangs screeching. The sky was a soft blue, with several small, fluffy-looking clouds drifting across it.
The day's splendour was lost on the young creamy-coloured yearling as she grazed, ignoring her surroundings. There was one thing she was concentrating on at that moment: Food. She chewed the grass, delicous after a hard, hungry winter.
The filly's silver coat gleamed in the sunlight, and her creamy mane and tail were occasionaly buffeted from side to side by a playful wind.
Eira's ears pricked at a slight sound, and, finishing a mouthful of grass, she whipped around as a scent flooded over her.....
The day's splendour was lost on the young creamy-coloured yearling as she grazed, ignoring her surroundings. There was one thing she was concentrating on at that moment: Food. She chewed the grass, delicous after a hard, hungry winter.
The filly's silver coat gleamed in the sunlight, and her creamy mane and tail were occasionaly buffeted from side to side by a playful wind.
Eira's ears pricked at a slight sound, and, finishing a mouthful of grass, she whipped around as a scent flooded over her.....