Feeling hopelessly alone on the beach (for the short time that she was) Giselle decides to watch an ant crawl across the dark sand of the ridge. Her eyes trace its movements; and she wonders what it is called. Never before had she looked up close at once of these creatures. She supposed it could be a monster if it was bigger. Then she begins to wonder if the small insect had a family and whether or not it was lost as well.

”Its okay thing.” She mummers to herself, pretending that it was lost and she was its savior. The little red filly then huffs in a friendly sort of way but it scurries off. A sigh almost exits her lungs before she hears hoof beats behind her. Pricking her ears she listened as they drew near. The pattern was familiar and her heart began to swell with happiness. She wasn’t alone after all. Then a muzzle came to assure her that her father had found her. He pressed it against her in a rough sort of fashion and she giggled.

”Daddy!” She finally exclaimed, almost in an exasperated way, as she wiggled from underneath him. ”Gis okay.” She said in a singsong voice. She couldn’t quite pronounce her name yet, it was filled with strange syllables that flowed from the lips in a way she hadn’t quite mastered. She offered him a grin but then watched as his eyes cut to the sea. Giselle mirrored him and watched the waves crash down. ”Momma?” She asked quietly, but not looking up to him for an answer.

She trotted a few steps from him and toward the sea. The sea could have taken her life today, but still she let it lap against her tiny hooves. So very unafraid of death, perhaps because she didn’t know the reality of it. Blissfully unaware she continues down the beach; assured that her father may be in tow. A large rock blocked her path but she concurred it, climbing atop it with ease. A smile fell on her lips from the accomplishment and she swirled around to allow her good eye to take in the surroundings.

Then in the distance she saw her. A black mare, wobbling their way. She high stepped with excitement and fell from the rock. (Gracefully so might I add.) Sand splattered on her body but she quickly regained her composure. A shrilly whinny escaped her small form and she set off at a full gallop toward her mother. Thankful again that she wasn’t alone.

filly // mixed // fifteen.three wfg // yearling // red dun [ee/aa/Dd] // orchidhollowpoint x aveline