Unbiased-Equine

A loud shrill of a whinny echoed through the empty hillside. The grey filly stumbled up onto her legs, wobbly, unsteady, ready to fall. How the... Looking down with bright blue eyes, everything was blurry now. She lifted a front leg, panicking, she quickly tried to turn and look at her back leg. With all the newness of a foal, she tumbled back onto the ground. Huffing. She shook her head. Looking up, she could see the blurry puffs of white on blue. What happened? Why was she here? Where was Apollo? What had she done to be re-born on Earth? Finding her legs again she pushed herself up. None of this made sense, what happened to her white coat,