Midday bike rides through the gravelly paths, the leaves turning hues of red, gold, and copper, and the air growing colder as the daylight shortens. Gwen often strode through town wearing her favorite scarf, hands usually occupied with a warm cup of coffee and eyes dancing across the glass storefronts, displaying advertisements of holiday sales, seasonal offerings, and the quiet business of small town life. She was on her way to the hardware store, on a search for a set of new planters for her hobby of plant hybridization. She had read books, studies, and even furthered her education for several years, coming home to smiling faces that had missed her kindly presence. She'd met many kind folk out in the world those years, fellow plant parents, agriculture experts, and various others of interesting fields. Her hooves clopped quietly as she made her way inside, the echo of her footsteps echoing slightly as she found the needed material. She made small talk with the owner, sharing stories of recent days, bidding farewell as she strode home. The air nipped at her ears and nose, a gust of wind lifting the ends of her scarf and running through her hair and tail. The sky dipped in the gold of the sun, soon to fade to red, like her mane and coat, as she sat in her kitchen, cultivating the green life in the ceramic pot, hopeful for what may be.

This equine lass was designed by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/seskata/

Gwen is Mine