poetic sunset

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erato etain

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A warm light pushed its way into the dreary world of the misty plains. The deep blue hues of the misted world were changed to purples, pinks, and even golds. It was a glorious sight to behold, though a dramatically short one. It lasted only thirty minutes each morning, when the sun's sudden warmth was the strongest against the unprepared nightly mist. Erato was beholding that sight. She'd been long pacing the lands, searching, searching, searching. She'd slept very little the night before. Determined to push on was she! Her chocolate colored banner wavered behind her as she pranced, knees raised high into the air before her, feeling her own body cut into the mist. The cold, wet mist felt disgusting to her. Born and raised in an arid land, Erato was not prepared for this environment. Her amber-green eyes scanned the surrounding area, though at the best of times you could barely see your own hoof in front of you!

The grasses were lush, but always wet. Their soft foamy feeling beneath her hooves gave her extra bounce to each step. It was an odd, jarring feeling, but the ever flashy Erato ignored it to continue moving forward. She was in search of the king that she just knew in her heart of hearts was out there. She paused, infrequently, for short times to rest, catch her breath, and even graze a little bit, before pushing on. She was not built the way she was for nothing! Erato needed fairly little sustenance to continue at the pace for months. So long as she didn't go to fast, or too slow, she would be fine. She' built up her endurance, her stamina, and her ability to maintain this painfully beautiful stride in her five short years.

She wasn't about to sacrifice all of that by breaking her pattern! Resting too long would set her off, not resting long enough would set her off. It was a double edged sword. As the sun slowly crept higher and higher into the air Erato stopped and tilted her head back to watch the magical transformation of the plains. She saw a few birds darting about, braving the thick mists. The mist retreated for those sweet thirty minutes, leaving a light dew upon the ground while it hovered around her hooves. It was glorious to feel that morning sun upon her back. The stickly sweet heat burning away the moisture that had rested upon her for so long. She took deep breaths, her slack sides swelling as big as they could before relaxing. The coppery glow about her rippled down her body with each breath. From a distance she'd be mistaken as a simple buckskin, but she - and her family - knew better. Her ears curled inwards and her face dipped drastically, creating an oddly beautiful silouhette where she perched atop the hill.

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[Lady Lemon Zinger]

Ruinmir was stolling along, looking for a pleasant spot to graze in the early morning light. She was paying little or no attention to the world around her, her young and inexperienced mind not quite making a habit of maintaining an alertness to her surroundings. It wasn't that she was stupid, just very ignorant. She hadn't yet faced a real danger more severe than an empty stomach, and she didn't want to. She was content to stay here, or if a stallion made claim to her, stay with him. She was quiet and submissive, staying to herself.

The low valleys between the hills were muddy and wet, with little vegetation, so she started to climb one of them, snorting as water began to bother her nose. She tossed her head, shaking away the last bit of sleepiness with the casual movement. She kept her head low, trying to find a good patch of grass. Ruinmir's coat glowed in the early morning light as she moved midway up a hill in the sunlight, pausing as she located a spot she was happy.

She began to graze, munching happily and filling her stomach for awhile. Her routine was nothing spectacular, with no real plans or any sort of adventure. In truth, she was content in her boring, monotonous pattern. She tugged on clumps of grass, enjoying the simple meal. Then she became aware of something around her and she paused to look up. She realized she was not alone and paused, a bit nervous. She called a greeting, wondering if she was encountering another mare or a stallion.