Post by zoe on Feb 9, 2008 11:21:48 GMT -5
Freyja galloped across the plain, feeling the wind run through her mane and shivering with delight. She loved the feel of the earth beneath her pounding hooves, loved how it sprung her back up into the air with every step. She had left Elu behind, asleep in the rogue meadows - no one would hurt him there, for sure.
She slowed as she approached a forest, wary to enter. Wolves could lurk within. But she plodded forward resiliently, certain of the power behind her flinty hooves and strong jaw.
It was dark and morbid under the canopy of maples and birch, and Freyja thought of turning back many times. It was only her strong urge to find a home for her herd that kept her moving forward instead of back. She wove through the trees at a fast trot, knowing if she stopped, she wouldn't find the strength to continue. But soon, she was certain she saw a glow beginning ahead of her. Her pace increased, and sure enough, she found herself in a beautiful valley.
Freyja flared her nostrils and took a deep breath of the sweet, chilly air. The grass was a brilliant green; the sky an equally bright blue. Before her stretched at least a mile of narrow meadow, and she could hear the gentle gurgle of a stream nearby. Her orbs traveled up wards; a mountain could be seen, rising gradually above the glade. She walked over to the stream and thrust her muzzle beneath the icy surface, drinking deeply of the life-giving liquid.
Refreshed, she reared and let out powerful neigh.
"Home."
"And I will call it Zephyr."
She slowed as she approached a forest, wary to enter. Wolves could lurk within. But she plodded forward resiliently, certain of the power behind her flinty hooves and strong jaw.
It was dark and morbid under the canopy of maples and birch, and Freyja thought of turning back many times. It was only her strong urge to find a home for her herd that kept her moving forward instead of back. She wove through the trees at a fast trot, knowing if she stopped, she wouldn't find the strength to continue. But soon, she was certain she saw a glow beginning ahead of her. Her pace increased, and sure enough, she found herself in a beautiful valley.
Freyja flared her nostrils and took a deep breath of the sweet, chilly air. The grass was a brilliant green; the sky an equally bright blue. Before her stretched at least a mile of narrow meadow, and she could hear the gentle gurgle of a stream nearby. Her orbs traveled up wards; a mountain could be seen, rising gradually above the glade. She walked over to the stream and thrust her muzzle beneath the icy surface, drinking deeply of the life-giving liquid.
Refreshed, she reared and let out powerful neigh.
"Home."
"And I will call it Zephyr."