Artimes

The ivory colored mare drifted into the endless rolling hills. Her dial turned into the direction of the rising sun. Black orbs wandered over the lush meadows. Her hueless pelt reflected the sun. Almost as if a glowing energy source surrounded her. A small nicker escaped her lips as she trotted towards a crystal pool. Artimes dipped her muzzle into the water. Taking long drinks. After being refreshed she smiled again shaking out any water that got into her mane. Small drops rained on the grass giving it dew like appearance. Sauntering over to a small birch tree she lay down and relaxed.