Candlelights written entry

Bird song and cherry blossom danced on the wind. The sweet gentle beginning of spring. Not quite the feeling that makes you close your eyes and take a deep breath, savouring the start of good times. But the silent promises of spring. The snow on the far mountains was thawing, trickling down to feed to new growth grass. The lush chewy grass that would help nourish young foals and the other new life. For now though the grass was dry, sturdy growth that had survived the harshness of winter, with a slight hayish twang to it's scent. The first of the flowers speckled between the blades, adding a soft pop of interest. 

Through the valley a simple wood fence had been erected, to ease in guiding the selected ponies to town. Some of the lines had been adorned with heart and flower bunting for Valentine's, the pink and red cloth gently curling in the low breeze. 

A rhythmic swishing quietly draws near. The heavy blow of a horse breathing deep and the muffled sounds of unshod hooves. A brilliant flash of cream and white strode into eyeline. It seems impossible that such a bright stallion could possibly camouflage in the valley, but he seemed hidden until now. His gorgeous creamy coat shimmered with dapples and dun barring spanned his forehead, knees and withers. Splashed with huge waves of white, he looked like a beach surf lapping sand in summer. Large holes spread through the splashes of white, showing the cream beneath, some looking adorably heart shaped. He shook his head as he slowed to a trot, the heart shaped star and trailing blaze flashed in the sunlight. His very fine short mane stood up on the crest of his defined neck. He planted his dual coloured hooves in the short grass, taking in his surroundings. The swallows swooped overhead and the quiet chattering of far off squirrels could be heard. His long cream and white feathers cascaded softly around his feet. His tail too was abnormally long, it almost rested on the ground like a bride's veil, a beautiful mirage of creams. An assortment of bells hung from his body, anywhere that they could be tied on, his tail was woven with them. The gentle ringing sounding as he moved. The bells were an old tradition in the area, people would hang bells on ponies to show their intention of adopting them. The more desirable the pony, the more bells. By the looks of things this stallion was very highly desired. 

Shifting his feet excitedly he scanned the horizon with his pale blue eyes. He lifted his nose and tasted the air, keen to find other horses. He smelt the wildflowers at his feet, the distant hum of pine needles and the sweet scent of pony sweat. He lowered his elegant neck, taking a few lips of grass between his teeth. His muscles rippling under his fine coat. He was eager to meet up with the rest of the moving ponies. Little did he know, soon he would be off to a new home.