To Where Pastures and Forest Meet
Dec. 8th, 2015 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twilightponyThis is the usual day Rarity and Fluttershy go to the spa, but I didn't feel like it. I wanted to go somewhere quiet, with a few books. Away from this windowless stone tree-shaped stable. Well, it does have windows, but you can't see out of them. This is what you get when a magic rock builds you a home. I went out.
I found a sheltered spot at the edge of a field, a little nook facing the sun with the root disk of a fallen tree at my back. A great view, out of the wind, dry, grazing a few steps away, perfect. I sprawled out on my picnic blanket and read. I had a book on dietary considerations when entertaining browsing ruminant dinner guests, another on non magical water purification structures and techniques, and a few old issues of Poplar Mechanics that I've borrowed from Applejack.
Nightfall arrives early this time of year. I stayed out by the field until twilight blended into moon rise, then I gathered my things. I walked home under a canopy of stars, to the Friendship Treecastle, where Spike awaited with hay crackers and a bowl of hot beet pulp soup.
I found a sheltered spot at the edge of a field, a little nook facing the sun with the root disk of a fallen tree at my back. A great view, out of the wind, dry, grazing a few steps away, perfect. I sprawled out on my picnic blanket and read. I had a book on dietary considerations when entertaining browsing ruminant dinner guests, another on non magical water purification structures and techniques, and a few old issues of Poplar Mechanics that I've borrowed from Applejack.
Nightfall arrives early this time of year. I stayed out by the field until twilight blended into moon rise, then I gathered my things. I walked home under a canopy of stars, to the Friendship Treecastle, where Spike awaited with hay crackers and a bowl of hot beet pulp soup.
