A little piece of heaven (Kenren)

[penguin]

Peaceful. This was what Milah decided this area was. Peaceful. Gracefully, the young essa moved forwards on her ivory and ebony legs towards the slow-running, clear river that bubbled contently. There was a pretty view all the way down from the Arcarian mountain range, and best of all was that the sun shone merrily down on the entire region that she entered. Whilst she might be visible, she was happy to be here. It made a change from the mountains, which she'd managed to get away from for a little while. She'd spotted a well used track when she was being taken back to her cave, and she had dared to take it when he was gone again. She didn't have much time to spare, but she needed to get away for a while at least. There was no way in heaven that she would dare to stay for more than a few minutes. It had taken her a while to get here as it was, she didn't need to give him reason to be suspicion. A sigh escaped Milah's lips. This was no life. No one should live like this. Reaching the river she lowered her muzzle to the water to drink deeply. The cool liquid was refreshing after the tedious journey. Her body was still recovering from her latest beating but she showed no sign of injury. Diego wasn't that stupid, even if only he had lain eyes on her for a while.

Her black coat was clear in the sun, standing out against the damp, green grass and the blue hues of the river that stemmed from a large lake not that far away. The Freelands had found a spot in the lass' heart that could not be taken away. For once she did not have to behave in any way other than the one she wanted to act in. No one could tell her what to do here, everything was her choice. Ears perking the mare turned slightly and began to trot beside it, on the grass as opposed to the stones, in the same direction as the water. Her strides were long and her gait was full of impulsion. She was quite content with what she was doing, so much so that she stopped paying attention to her surroundings and just enjoyed the feeling of the wind in her mane and tail. The air here was heavier than in the mountains, but she preferred it as there was more oxygen to inhale. She found she had much more energy. Bucking, she pushed herself into a canter. She ran for around five minutes or so, but her body could not cope with more than that really. She had not been exercising regularly, and she didn't want to push herself too hard. Slowing to a stop, she considered turning back. The temptation to leave him was great, but was her fear greater?