She's alone.
The world is a large beast that lays in wait to destroy the delicay of a creature like her. It breathes slow cold breathes, exhaling, the earth vibrating beneath her dark stocking legs. Cyrsea trembles slightly as this new land, scented by frost and dusted with fresh snow, could prove to be a blessing or a curse from the life she had once known.
One hoof draws her further into the common as pale eyes are watching for movements. A few other equines linger in the chilled air, some laughing ad others alone, Cyrsea does not allow her eyes to linger long on their strange faces. Leggy, flighty, she plucks her way easily over the uneven texture of land. The copper length of her hair and tail flecked by wayward snow flakes. Small clouds form at her nostrils as she scents the air once again before moving on.
Some small splinters of grass protrude from the veil of snowfall. She is suddenly aware of her hunger and manages to snag a few of the cold shards. There wasn't enough to sate her need for food but she could push it away for now. The two toned lips split as she thinks to call to the others but she pressed them closed once again to observe the interactions, shivering.
cyrsea
copper bay mare
Art