DavyJnah

EuphrosynĂȘ strolled down by the field where she'd gotten her first taste of flying. This place would always be special to her. Sometimes she came down here just to think, other times, like now, she came to just enjoy it. The young mare lifted her head to let the wind blow through her green mane. The place smelled lovely with its fresh scent of wild flowers.
As she walked, her overly large wings kept pace. Euph glanced down as she walked, noting she seemed more six-footed than four. Oh well. It worked for her. She paused at a particularly fragrant spot then carefully folded all her legs under her. Soon enough she was settled and free to watch the clouds, birds, or whatever else took her fancy.

