When Love Takes Over [Water - Open]

[gravity]

To pass the time as she stood amongst the green foliage, staring up at the sky with a curious expression plastered on her face, Aquilla began to philosophise. About what, you ask? The mare simply went over the many questions that floated around in her head until she thought up explainable and genuine answers to them. She didn't really have a main topic today, just the usual 'How was the Earth created?' and so on. Seeing as most horses didn't know about the Big Bang Theory and meteorites and other planets in the solar system. All they knew was that the sun rose every morning and set every night, it has done so since time began and it would continue to do so until the world ended. Which could be tomorrow, could be next year, could be 100 years away, maybe 1,000. Aquilla didn't really know, but she did know that she had a good life, and wasn't scared of death. No, she was scared of what came after death.

The blue roan mare didn't have a clue why she was here. Maybe some unknown force was tugging her towards this land due to her loneliness. Yes, Aquilla was lonely, and she had been for some time now. The horse had been roaming from land to land searching for a water bending herd to join. But no luck so far. So that's why she came here. Lowering her crown to the ground, she plucked some grass from the earth below her hooves and chewed on it, savouring the refreshing taste, deep in thought yet again. Aquilla mumbled tiredly and blinked a few times. Her navy orbs swivelled around in their sockets as she surveyed the land around her. Where was she? Knowing her luck, this was probably the force-breeding lands or something. Shrugging her shoulders, she lifted her head to the sky and called out, for someone, anyone, to hear and reply to. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Sighing softly, Aquilla waited for a second or two, before lowering her head to the ground again and continuing to graze.

As she plucked the green blades of vegetation from the earth, Aquilla snorted as flies began to plague her again. Swatting them away with her long, whip-like tail, the mare simply ignored them and her ears twitched atop her crown as the sound of birds singing to one another assaulted them. Flies. What's the point of them? Muttering curses under her breath, which was strange for a mare that was usually so calm and collected, and took everything in her stride, she lifted her head back up and closed her eyes as a cool breeze danced around her face, playing with her forelock.

{ word count } ;; 449
{ puppet } ;; Aquilla
{ audience } ;; To be announced.
{ current mood } ;; Calm, curious, philosophical.
{ notes } ;; Argh writers block sucks.

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