Blog 5- Version 2

Kai pulled herself out her second story window. Carefully placing her feet on the trellis outside her window, she climbed up to the roof. It was twilight. Kai stood at the edge of the roof and looked out. A cool wind blew her hair back and made her shiver.
A blood red sun sank into the distant sea. The clouds moved around it far, far away. The sea was active and waves frothed and bubbled. Kai could hear the faint sounds of them crashing onto the shore. Each wave rose up, a blue, watery mountain, and then raced to the shore. White horses ran before them, racing each other in a never-ending race to the beach. Chasing the one ahead and chased by the one behind, the cycle continued. They stamped their white hooves in impatience and reared up. Their manes flew back behind them as they raced each other to the beach. As it crashed onto the sandy shore new breakers rose and moved around them. Swells ruled the ocean. It was the land of blue, deep and mysterious.
A gull flew over the houses, it's harsh cry a call to the sea. It swooped over the town, graceful and alert. White wings with black tips carried it, gliding, over the land. And at the sound of that call gulls rose up from all around. They flew upward into the darkening sky from the houses and rooftops. Orange feet pushed their feathered owners from their daytime, suburban roosts. Cries echoes in all directions. The air was suddenly filled with restless birds all yearning for the food and liberty that the sea gave them. They moved in perfect unison, circled, and flew to the water's edge. One bird hopped gingerly out onto a rooftop behind the others. One wing dangled uselessly at its side. As it craned its neck it tried to flap its wings. The broken wing still dragged, the black and white streaked with brown from flopping into the dust. It cried out plaintively and frantically beat its one good wing yet it couldn't make the lift off. The white horses of the waves reared and raced but the bird could only watch them from afar.
Real horses ran to the sea also. Brown and white, black and chestnut they ran across the far off meadows. A leader ran ahead of them. Paint with black mane and tail, muscles rippling he called to the herd behind him. He bucked and snorted. As the wind tugged at their manes and tails they ran down the green hills past the city to the ocean. A mare raced along side the stallion. White and finer-boned she neighed exultantly to the skies. The wild ones seemed to fly along the shore where the small sea grasses grew. Then, with clouds of sand rising from their speeding hooves, they reached the water. Suddenly shy, they hung back until the white mare arched her neck and stepped forward. Billows of white spray flew up around her as she leaped in. The others followed this wild leader and frolicked in the waves.
The gulls, disturbed from their rest, screamed and flew high into the sky then wheeled round and alighted on the beach. The world was wild and free as all of the untamed, unfettered animals stirred up and raced the waves. Manes and wings fluttered in the wind that pulled at the improper houses and tried to remove them from this scene. Everything felt the call to nature. The sand on the shore swirled. The sun sank still deeper and the bloodshot sky became a deep purple. The green sea grasses tugged at their bearings that anchored them to the land. The white mare stepped gracefully out of the water for a moment to take a bite of the salty ocean-side plants. She bent her lithe neck and took a bite. Kai watched her with bated breath. The mare raised her head a little. Her wise, dark eyes stared into Kai’s shifting, light-blue eyes. They held a message of wildness and freedom. Kai couldn’t look away. Then, with a toss of her proud head the mare reared and cried a message to the herd and as one they thundered back to the mountains.
Kai watched them run. The wind pulled at her hair like it had pulled at the mare’s. She smiled fiercely and raised her face to the stars. The sea air was sharp and wild and the stars twinkled.
This is the second version of my "Blog 5", the indirect characterization entry. Can you guess this emotion?
Hint: It's different from the other.