Sleepy Fox Hollow felsic

Her tail snapped like a whip at her wet flanks as the bird flewoff. With a snort, water droplets were sent in a spray from her nostrils, and a shake of her mane shook free a strand of river grass that was carried some feet downriver before it sank to the bottom again. 

She glanced to Selenia and Silverbirch. The bird was no threat to them, of course, and less of a nuisance than flies- but still, she found it repulsive.

You know their neck, legs and beak weren’t originally that long. She stated. Do you know the story of how herons were created? She asked. Knowledge of the tales of Equus and the Army of 105 was something she shared with her herdmates, as they hadn’t seemed familiar with the tales from their past herds. Nevertheless- there was a chance she had told the story before.