Whispers In The Grass
Jun. 7th, 2016 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twilightponyNo sign of Dash. I hope practice went better for her today. Tomorrow we will get to see her in action, flying with the Wonderbolts over Ponyville!
I went for a walk in the fields, strolling haphazardly and grabbing a few mouthfuls of that fresh, green grass. The sky was full of white, fluffy clouds, left over from a shower Cloudsdale sent us a few days ago. Nopony has cleared them out yet. It was quite pretty, both in the sky, and in the shadows they cast on the rolling hills of waving green. I zigzagged through the fields, going from cloud shadow to sunlight pasture, the taller grasses tickling my belly. I'd brought a few books to read, so I stopped in a shady spot and lay down to read. But when I lay down, the grass was just higher than my head and all I could see around me was grass waving in the breeze, crowding in on me. With each rustling movement of the tall green stems, I imagined some pony-eating creature sneaking up on me, just out of sight, preparing to pounce. I felt very vulnerable. I had to get up, I just couldn't concentrate. I flew home and up to my balcony. Up there I felt better, I could see anything approach long before it would be close enough to pounce.
I wouldn't mind some more grass.
I went for a walk in the fields, strolling haphazardly and grabbing a few mouthfuls of that fresh, green grass. The sky was full of white, fluffy clouds, left over from a shower Cloudsdale sent us a few days ago. Nopony has cleared them out yet. It was quite pretty, both in the sky, and in the shadows they cast on the rolling hills of waving green. I zigzagged through the fields, going from cloud shadow to sunlight pasture, the taller grasses tickling my belly. I'd brought a few books to read, so I stopped in a shady spot and lay down to read. But when I lay down, the grass was just higher than my head and all I could see around me was grass waving in the breeze, crowding in on me. With each rustling movement of the tall green stems, I imagined some pony-eating creature sneaking up on me, just out of sight, preparing to pounce. I felt very vulnerable. I had to get up, I just couldn't concentrate. I flew home and up to my balcony. Up there I felt better, I could see anything approach long before it would be close enough to pounce.
I wouldn't mind some more grass.
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