In a blaze of mohogany, a mare trotted swiftly through the forest, the setting sun landing on her body in delicate ribbons of red that split off in golden firecrackers at her smooth chestnut tail. Her gait was graceful and high-stepping, and her mane was an impressive length, nearly touching the ground when she slowed to a deft, silent halt near Auroraherd, her forelock falling upon the tickling of white marking her forehead. She tossed her mane, and it blew like fragile scarlet flame before softly sweeping behind her shoulder. Her dark, tantalizing gaze searched the area before settling curiously on Auroraherd.
