Pretty, but not perfect [O]

[E!]

Deep in the sleepy haze of the warm day, a magpie carolled and was given a reply by its mate. Their voices the only sound that Burleys petite ears could hear, along with the subtle sounds she made herself. She had once again ventured away from Prisma's side, the sun warm on her pale cream back, the wind soft in her silky silver mane. The afternoon was peaceful, and the young mare hadnt come across the signs of other brumbies; but for some old hoofmarks in a bare patch of earth a way back.

Burley was not a perfect mare. Companion-wise anyway. She expected Prisma was to be getting quite frustrated at how she wandered far from his side almost every week, her want for travel overcoming her want of staying in the herd. The carolling of the magpies added to her contentment as she grazed her way happily toward the south - her intention completely innocent. She did mean to return to Prisma, if she did not find something more exciting first. She felt no sense of loyalty to the handsome son of the king. It was not that she disliked him in any way, she had gone with him willingly when he asked.

However, her want to be traversing the High Country was not being fulfilled as quickly as she had hoped.. which was why she was here on Stockwhip Hill, far from Prisma and his herd. Her head lifted from the golden grass, milk brown eyes watching the two magpies dancing with one another, flirting. She felt with pleasure the sun heating up her smooth back, the warmth melting down over her like hot butter. She was a lovely looking thing, pretty. Her pale cream coat made her part of the "silver herd" category, but she didnt include herself as one of them. For starters, her sire and dam had been nothing special - and she knew nothing of the secrets of the bush, nor how to tread silently.

No, she was not a silver horse. Her lovely head dropped back to the ground to graze, pale body warm in the sun. She was content to graze here for now, while the sun warmed her innocent back and the highland remained silent, but when the call for excitement came, Burley wouldnt look back.