Whisper enjoyed windy afternoons. Taking time to just watch and listen to the playful way the trees danced in the strong breeze. Occasionally, she would spread her snowy ash colored wings and let the chilliness run through her feathers. It never failed to bring her to a sigh, eyes lightly fluttering shut at the refreshing sensation. Thank goodness for her short locks of white for she could tell that long strands flickering in the currents would ultimately annoy her.
Little Phantom Whisper clip clopped her petite body up to the peek of a small mound, out looking the surrounding lands. Her bright eyes full of awe as she observed the tall grass bowing like a wave on land. Usually, she would be adoring this sight with family but recently she had been branching out little by little. After all, she was more of an adult now and it was time to start growing a little more dependent.
