Post by eurydice on Jan 1, 2012 11:23:19 GMT -5
Eurydice galloped through the green plains. Her small figure cutting a trail in the snow like a knife in mash potatoes (who doesn't love similes?). Her nostrils flared as the sweet and cold air seemed to ferociously bite her face. She halted, her long mane flying forwards with inertia. She buried her head in the snow and jerk it back up. She let out a long laughing whinnie, and rolled around in the snow. Soemtimes one's mind could mistake itself for a foal's.
