A small mare stood in a field. Just an ordinary field, just an ordinary mare. Just her ordinary life. The mare shook her head, and galloped down the meadow, coming to rest at a small stream. She dipped her head in, taking long draughts of water.
When she was finished, the Nai lifted her white head, water droplets on her whiskers. She shook her mane and turned around, to see if anyone else was in the meadow.