Bye Ducklover!
With a laughing scream, a white horse seemed to fly out from the last rays of the setting sun.
Her golden-white tail rippling out behind her like a trail of fire and her mane but a white blaze running down her long sleek neck.
She raced down the hill, leaping onto Skyherds territory in a blur.
It was then she looked up to see the herd of horses, and slowing to a canter, pricked her ears.
Thin and tall, not one movement was without a swans grace, from a blink to step, she moved with pride. Only the scar that crossed her left flank broke the blinding white, a jagged rip of angry red.
She paused then, rearing up a bit on her legs and neighing, unsure of how to approach the flock, or pride, whatever they were.