The silvery mare snorted, extending her trot into a lengthend gait. Though she'd been cooped up for who knows how long, she had not forgotton a thing. The sand flew up in around her legs, as the swish reached her ears. It felt so good to move again, to trot, canter and move. Her ears pricked when she heard her name. "Willow! Get back here!" It was too late for the girl to retreive her mare. Willow Dance was drinking in the taste of freedom, the feel of something other than straw beneath her hooves. For a moment, the mare was torn between the girl and the forest, but her mind was quickly made up as she headed in her chosen direction.
So, I finally finished. YAY! I am actually quite happy how this turned out. The mare is Willow Dance, a Connamara mare. I'm not sure if I will keep her or not... oh well. I'm proud of how it turned out. Comments and crituqe are welcome.
