Post by Kate on Apr 3, 2011 17:25:21 GMT -5
Hunger had never been a sensation she particularly enjoyed, and she had been looking to play somewhere new. Of course her mind fell to the first place she could think of with big fields of grass and lands that she had not yet explored. That so happened to be the Lush fields. She could imagine a good day’s worth of playing and grazing to be had from there. It would be perfect for her. As far as she knew, nobody held their claim on it which meant that there would be no awkward conversations about how she’d stepped onto someone’s lands without their permission and there would be nothing like a scolding from the stallions before she ran off and did the same thing the next day.
The moment that she arrived in these fields she knew that they weren’t quite as she had expected them to be. She had thought that there would be a lighter nature instead of a sense of foreboding but when had that ever had an effect on her? Doing what she did best, she pushed those thoughts far from her mind and instead focussed on the positives that she could see. The sun was shining with a proper summery feel to it almost- not the dreary winter sun that brought little light. It was hard to describe how exactly it felt but once that happy kind of sun was out you felt in a better mood. It made more sense in her head. Which was just as well because that was where that thought remained.
It had rained a few days ago so the grass was well hydrated and the grass tasted as good as she had been told when she lowered her muzzle to the ground and took a mouthful to chew on thoughtfully. However since it had rained a few days ago the ground was a little springy but at the same time she wasn’t falling over in sloppy bog-like mud. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Once Delilah had decided that now she’d acclimatised herself to her surroundings and seen that it wasn’t so scary after all (in fact very pleasant), she gained more confidence about her surroundings. She trotted further into the field, giving a little kick of her legs in excitement before spotting a small rabbit chewing on some grass. Creeping further, the chestnut mare almost got close enough to bump her nose to its little rump before it was off and she was following it at a fast trot (occasionally canter) as she tried to navigate her way after the rabbit. Admittedly it had the great advantage of knowing the grounds she was only just learning but she had longer legs. The rabbit seemed to find its home before she could get to it and her mother had always told her never to stick her nose down a rabbit hole because a, she would probably get her cute little nose stuck down there and b, the rabbit might bite her for intruding.
The rabbit chasing wore her out and her coppery coloured sides were panting slightly as she reached down and decided that she was going to really enjoy the grass she had ignored previously. Taking in mouthfuls, she noted just how good it was and continued on grazing. Her ears shifted slightly as if listening to sounds around her but really she was daydreaming a little.
The moment that she arrived in these fields she knew that they weren’t quite as she had expected them to be. She had thought that there would be a lighter nature instead of a sense of foreboding but when had that ever had an effect on her? Doing what she did best, she pushed those thoughts far from her mind and instead focussed on the positives that she could see. The sun was shining with a proper summery feel to it almost- not the dreary winter sun that brought little light. It was hard to describe how exactly it felt but once that happy kind of sun was out you felt in a better mood. It made more sense in her head. Which was just as well because that was where that thought remained.
It had rained a few days ago so the grass was well hydrated and the grass tasted as good as she had been told when she lowered her muzzle to the ground and took a mouthful to chew on thoughtfully. However since it had rained a few days ago the ground was a little springy but at the same time she wasn’t falling over in sloppy bog-like mud. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Once Delilah had decided that now she’d acclimatised herself to her surroundings and seen that it wasn’t so scary after all (in fact very pleasant), she gained more confidence about her surroundings. She trotted further into the field, giving a little kick of her legs in excitement before spotting a small rabbit chewing on some grass. Creeping further, the chestnut mare almost got close enough to bump her nose to its little rump before it was off and she was following it at a fast trot (occasionally canter) as she tried to navigate her way after the rabbit. Admittedly it had the great advantage of knowing the grounds she was only just learning but she had longer legs. The rabbit seemed to find its home before she could get to it and her mother had always told her never to stick her nose down a rabbit hole because a, she would probably get her cute little nose stuck down there and b, the rabbit might bite her for intruding.
The rabbit chasing wore her out and her coppery coloured sides were panting slightly as she reached down and decided that she was going to really enjoy the grass she had ignored previously. Taking in mouthfuls, she noted just how good it was and continued on grazing. Her ears shifted slightly as if listening to sounds around her but really she was daydreaming a little.
