Post by virala on May 29, 2009 13:44:17 GMT -5
Val slunk into the small cottage, placing her bag on the kitchen counter and retreating upstairs. She loved the new house, her parents had payed the rent and this was their first night in it. They were still at work so Val had the place to herself. She decided to gather her pastels and paints and go up to the attic room where she could draw in solitude. Her hand hand gracefully slid along the paper as she sketched her beloved horse, Yasmine. She drew the connemara jumping over a stone wall just like the ones in England where Yasmine was from. It was a beautiful picture, the body was in proportion and the slender head gave it the character of the real horse, but it was lacking somthing. Val just couldn't put her finger on it. Frustrated, she tore out the paper and screwed it into a ball before chucking it into the corner of the room. Suddenly she began to feel tired, she had been up since 5 afterall! Slowly Val began to spin into sleep and soon she was dreaming of beautiful grey horses galloping across the skies.