Michonne

The filly was left at the bottom of a mountain, the roar of some unknown source drowning out other small sounds. Her pale mother left her with a word, a word she held onto with hope that it would make her come back. The buckskin filly gazed up at the large hill, a path in front of her beckoning. So she moved, slowly making her way up it and just wishing for her mother. She was trembling but she felt as though this was where she was meant to be. Or perhaps her mother had found her a new home, but needed to find something else before returning.

The filly was tired already, the swim across the salty water not wanted. But she had no choice but to follow her mother and this time it hadn't been as hard as her first time. The small shape looked down, gazing at how far she had come. It was only halfway at the most, but already she felt dizzy and hoped she could spy her pale mother running up to join her. Seeing only horses that she did not know, the tan filly turned back to the task at hand and continued. She wondered about the word her mother had given her, guessing it was her new name. At first she thought her name was Little Bird, but her mother had a better name to give her. She didn't even know if it was better, or if Little Bird was just a nickname. But she liked Little Bird, it was nice. The filly decided to keep it, her new name could be a secret for just herself and her pale mother. It would be nice, to have something to remember her mother by.

Little Bird looked up, seeing the twisting path open up to what seemed to be the top of the mountain. She glanced back to study the path she had climbed but quickly shifted her gaze away as she saw how far away the bottom was. A few mares gathered at the top, but no stallion was in sight or could be scented on the wind. Little Bird liked it, her mother always yelled at the stallions. Obviously they were to be avoided, otherwise she was sure her pale mother would not lash out at them and keep them away. The tan filly stepped off the path and into the new area, her black fuzzy mane gently ruffled in the wind. "Hello?" she questioned, wondering what she was meant to do next.

filly, buckskin roan, EE AA nCr Rr, 15.2hh wfg, volpe x governor.
played by bix.