White Satin Returns Home

[Guest]

I trot through the swamp like meadow, my long powerful legs allowing me to glide smoothly over the wet grass and my silky white mane and tail waving in the cold wind. I stop near the icy river and look around at my home. I had just returned from Wicked Willow, where I had sought refuge during the flood season. I walk over to a shallow part of the river and lower my head, sniffing the partially frozen water. I paw at the thin ice roughly, crushing it. I take a big gulp of water then raise my head look around as the cold icy water runs down my dry throat, not at all affected since I had become accustomed to the freezing temperature of the water. I take another drink then walk a few feet away and start grazing on the fresh spring grass.

[Guest]

I raise my head and look around to see the bright spring sun was beginning to disappear over the horizon, darkness quickly following behind it. I scan the arena for shelter then begin trotting through the fetlock deep water toward the Wicked Willow boarder where there was a few hills that provided safety from the flooded meadow. I bolt up the nearest hill when I reach them and look around once more then lower my head and fall asleep.