Post by dulcea on Feb 21, 2010 15:01:37 GMT -6
Ah, the peace and quiet. It was so beautiful up here. The wind whispering around the rocks, the fields of clover bending in the slightest breeze, the morning mists that covered everything with a cool dampness, that was lovely.
Desperado sighed, sniffing the dewey grass. If only he had some mare to share this with. If only another could see what he saw. So far, he had not been successful in stealing any mare. There was one that he was trying to get for his own, though. He hoped she could join him.
Desperado grazed quietly, chewing on the sweet purple and white clover flowers. Other plants dotted the landscape, giving off sweet scents and coloring the mountain in vibrant blues, reds, whites, purples, and yellows.
Desperado sighed, sniffing the dewey grass. If only he had some mare to share this with. If only another could see what he saw. So far, he had not been successful in stealing any mare. There was one that he was trying to get for his own, though. He hoped she could join him.
Desperado grazed quietly, chewing on the sweet purple and white clover flowers. Other plants dotted the landscape, giving off sweet scents and coloring the mountain in vibrant blues, reds, whites, purples, and yellows.