Smoky green pools blinked rapidly, trying to shield themselves from the wisps of pale golden mane and forelock that fluttered into and around them. Feathered hooves remained planted firmly into the grassy earth, as I finally closed my smoky pools and allowed my frustration to be swept away with the wind as it gusted by. I could feel my feathers that graced my short pillars shift in the wind, and my mane flicker in the gusting wind; as my thick tail snapped mercilessly against my dark gray splotched rump.

I sighed heavily as the wind died down to a bearable whisper, though my smoky pools remained shut as the breeze continued to play with my pale golden curls of a mane; daintily lifting them, twisting them in the breeze like the delicate touches of a lover. A lover that had yet to exist for me. My pools snap open and I grimace at the thought. Yes, I was young, but I was mature for my age.

And damn it, I was determined to find myself someone. I wasn't going to turn into a hateful spinster, no way in Hell. Hell would have to freeze over before I seriously thought about it. It wouldn't be hard for me, atleast I thought it wouldn't, since I knew I was decently attractive. I was a rare hue for Gypsy Vanners, especially pure blooded ones like myself. And the smoky green hues I inherited from my mother was just another added rarity. Not to mention I had a pretty quick mind, and a decent wit when it came to verbal fights.

What stallion didn't want that?

-FIN?-