N E A L A
Neala stands on top of her family's mountain. Her posture is proud to be the heir and daughter of the king and queen of the land. She is perhaps spoiled and conceited because of this but this was her home and her land. She had all the boys swooning after her, some for her looks and others for her future title and rank. She turned them all down of course loving the feeling of the boys chasing after her. She’d run across the mountain edge like it was nothing dancing nimbly across the ridges. Her feathered hooves leading the way. The boys were much more cautious over these terrains but she was not. Her mane flows as the wind rushes through it and her tail flies out behind her.
Today was no different, yet. She ran across the familiar ridges of her home when she came to her favorite ledge that looked out over the ocean. It was not too far up either if she fell she might have been injured but she survived. She Rears up onto her hind legs and lashes out at the air. When all of a sudden the earth shakes. She comes crashing down straight to her knees and then the ledge is falling. She can hear her family screaming for her in the background and her eyes are wide as she and the earth she stood on tumbled to the sea.
She crashes to the ocean with a scream. When she rises back to the surface she sees her family rearing and racing along the shore but the ocean is sweeping her away from them and her body aches so bad she can barely fight it. They soon fade from her site and the sky darkens with storm clouds. And the water becomes rougher. She screams but she knows no one can hear her. It seems like days she is ashonder at sea.
She barely feels it when her body hits the shore. She lays there on the shore long enough that the moon passes by twice and on her third morning her eyes finally open and she slowly lifts her tired head. If she wasn’t used to this cold she may have died as it were and she was stiff and in pain. Nostrils flare as she moves her legs into being underneath her and she forces herself to her feet. Her ears are temporarily back as she looks around her. Where was her family? Where were the boys vying for her attention? She calls out desperately for someone. Her ears twitch listening to everything around her.
Slowly she begins moving herself further inland. Her body is cut up and bloody from her initial fall into the sea but no longer bleeding. She finds a rather secluded area and decides she needs to find some food and begins pushing snow around to get to the grass beneath it. She smells many different horses all around but none were familiar.