Hoshor Plains shale

She was given reason to ponder who it was that Maplesmoke reminded Selenia of, but she chose not to press. The mention of green grass was a sufficient distraction as well, and the sorrel whickered happily in approval and thumped her lips together. 

”A bit more rain,” She said, as they began to move, ”And this will all spring to life.” She said. Her eyes rocked over toward the herd of bison, always nearby, always grazing. She looked then to the mountains in the distance, and sighed softly, willing for Spring to come, and pure them back into the higher grounds.