Equestrian Drabble: 12 Hours of Character Perspective

Dawn was approaching.

She could see it; the early risers beginning to stir.

She could taste it; the baking of breads and bakery goods.

She could hear it; the distant yet hearty calls of the proud male galliformes.

She could smell it; the dew gathering on the plants of the gardens and on the grass of the castle grounds alike.

She could feel it; the tempo of the cosmic dance of the neighboring moon and distant stars becoming a lull in the sky.

The watch of The Princess of the Night was nearly complete.

The time of twilight was imminent.