by sprig » Sun Aug 22, 2021 1:04 pm
Username: sprig
Show Name: Tilted Canvas
Stable Name: Easel
Gender: Mare
Height: 19hh
Halter colour: Your choice!
Prompt:
Surrounded by darkness, Easel watched through the tiny window just barely the size of her nose as trees flowed by. Her bones were achy and sore, and her head felt heavy from weariness. At long last, the trees passing slowed until they came to a halt. She couldn't see much, but the sound of a latch being pulled open made her ears perk. Suddenly a bright light flooded the dark trailer, she blinked away the sun and a tiny figure stood in the doorway. "Come on girl," the voice was soothing and soft. Easel stepped forward, her hooves touched the gravel and the sunshine warmed her back. "This way, let's go home." Led by a long rope that was dwarfed by her size, Easel followed the small woman up the gravel road and through a large gate which led to a large green pasture. It was void of other creatures aside from some bees and butterflies flittering about from flower to flower. She felt the rope fall to the ground, and as if she was possessed by a spirit, she began to run. Nothing chasing her, nothing slowing her down. The wind filled her mane, The air was crisp and clear. After a moment a faint sound drifted by her ear. A whinny, from what seemed like a tiny speck of a horse. She slowed and tilted her ears around, trying to locate the sound. Back from where she came, a silhouette stood near the gate she had entered from. Overcome by curiosity, Easel turned and trotted back. A black and white pony stood at the gate next to the woman who had led her in, its ears being scratched by her. "Easel, meet Melon." The pony turned its head briefly, then snorted and looked away. The woman stayed a moment more, before a call came from the house on the hill and she left. Easel cleared her throat. "Hello, I'm --" "I know who you are, and you know who I am so why bother with introductions." The pony trotted off. Determined, Easel followed. "Well, I know your name and thats all." The pony sighed tremendously and turned. "You don't want to be friends with me. Wait until she lets out the other horses, then you will see you want a different friend." "What makes you say that?" Easel wondered aloud. "I'm small and I get under foot. You're big and you'll do better with the others." Easel shook her head. "I've never had much long with quarters and thoroughbreds. But I've never met a pony before. Can you show me around?" Melon's eyes lit up, though he tried to hide his excitement. "I guess so, follow me."
This was years ago now. But ever since that day, Easel and Melon have been an inseparable pair. Melon made Easel's transition to farm life bearable and sweet, and Easel made Melon's life full of joy and friendship.
