Pony

Dear Mother and Father,

The last GDF I went to was just as fun as usual, and Jardic even asked me to dance, which I only did because it would be rude to refuse. Master Simbo was in charge since miss Lina had other business. So of course bagpipes were played!

((forgive me, pardon the rough edges - this is a work in progress))

A girl lays upon a field of bearded wheat – the long golden stalks swaying gently in a breeze laden with scents of smoked meats and cedar wood. Addiel cracked open an eye as her name was carried upon the wind along with the aromas of the bustling village below. Sitting upright, she stretches her arms up towards the sky releasing a groan of protest. Still in a daze, she looks up at her outstretched arms, peering through her splayed fingertips at the wisps of clouds above. 

*An elegantly decorated giftbox, tall as an average man's knees, is delivered to The Prancing Pony. Barliman leaves the giftbox beside the front door, visible to anyone who's spacially aware. The note reads as following.*

Dearest patrons and greatly-missed friends, 

Inside this box is an assortment of gifts that i've gathered specially for the patrons of The Pony. I would like to inform you that I am very safe, and enjoying myself quite frankly down here. Unfortunately, I cannot reveal my whereabouts for classified reasons. 

Today I arrived in the settlement called 'Bree town'. The people here are a laugh, they don't look like warriors but they still boast about their victories in the local tavern called the Pony. 

Leaping and bounding
Hooves are a-pounding
Running around and
Galloping far
Teeth that are chattering
Hooves are a-clattering
Pitter and pattering
Follow that star

Mane that is flowing
In wind it is blowing
Eyes that are glowing
Swishing it's tail
On hills that are rolling
Trotting and strolling
Gentling cajoling
Homeward the trail

There's a pony in my garden and it's eating all the flowers
Nonchalantly standing there; devouring them for hours
Casually ignoring all the wind and rain and showers
How I wonder whose the pony is that's eating all my flowers

Mostly eating yellow flowers, but it also likes the blue
Now I come to think of it, it eats the red ones too
Truly doesn't seem to matter, all of them it chews
At the rapid rate it's munching them, there'll soon be very few