Abyzou walks with tender steps, taking in every scent and smell. She’s never left her mother’s side, and willingly so. What reason would she have for wanting to leave her? Mother was good to her, and she would also spend time with her father. They were a close-knit family, which was far from a bad thing. However, a little independence was a good thing. The red-and-white filly looks back once more, seeing the silhouette of her mother within the trees.
She turns around to continue walking, to look for someone to play with. She hears laughter and voices, but is too far from the source too see who it was that was behind the jovial commotion. As she begins to walk, she sees a foal bounding toward her, seemingly excited. Her ears flick forward, she heads toward him as well, meeting him halfway. He speaks, so soft and almost shy, he speaks of the Falls, and she tilts her head slightly to the left,
“I’m Abyzou.” She says simply,
“Nice to meet you Cronos. What are the Falls?” her ears flicker to and fro, absorbing all the sounds of children at play.
”Do you know anyone else here, Cronos? There are lots of other foals here, but I don’t know any of them.” She rambles with a grin, possibly just for the sake of talking. A habit of hers, she tends to talk herself to death from time to time. Her curiosities are endless at this age – she wants to know about everything, even the most minute things.
abyzoulanden x scire