The evening air was cool and crisp, the kind that almost hurts your throat, but not quite. The sun's influence had long left the sky and it was now dotted with shining specks. A deep glowing moon lay fat and nestled among the sky's black silk. An owl perched somewhere above, calling to it's mate. The grass was cold and on the edge of dewy. A band of horses stood silently, billows of stream circling from their breath. Some stood, whilst others lay to sleep, snoring quietly. There was very litt...
