Raven & Crow

A spring green valle, with a warm glow on the horizon. The smell of the early morning dew in the air from the light mist that glided along the surface of the calm cool grass. Raven went to check up on stables. There in the last stall was the only shire out of ten hobbies. Her coat was a dark charcoal gray with almost a shimmering highlight of blue. Raven had found her when she was only eleven years old and had wandered off into siren territory in the old cemetery which was somewhere in the the endless expanse of eerie woodland with no given name, only known as siren territory, which was located towards the farther end of the west side of the great expanse of lively land that spread out as far as the naked eye could see. Past the stream which spread out into a vast lake in the northeast end of the valley. The mare's name was Crow. Although actual ravens and crows do not get along, these two did. Crow did not allow anyone besides her and younger children of the village to approach. Crow never seemed to grow much older, she's always been mare in young adult age. At least for a horse. The other horses were all colts and fillies. Crow deep dark brown eyes followed as Raven approached...