pidgeon has been dozing at the edge of the treeline. her soft lower lip, pink and grey freckled velvet, droops slightly as her eyes flutter shut. the sound of the waves is a constant lullaby, washing up the sandy beach as steadily as a metronome. the morning wanes, and warmth floods the humid isle. her coat has steadily adjusted to the more tepid environment of atlantis though she had faced some initial discomfort at first… she only felt glad she was not in the same situation as her friend Grier who was also in foal… that looked to be uncomfortable enough without having to deal with such a change in climate. when the sun is at it’s highest point, she startles awake.

the little spotted mare gives a lazy shudder, stretching with a yawn. each hind leg stretches out in turn and she reaches out her neck and dainty head, cartoonishly trying to invigorate her sleepy body. her dark eyes blink open, casting an inquisitive gaze down the beach for grier’s small form. the pair spent much of their time together but pidgeon was a little more inclined to physical activity, especially at this stage of her friend’s pregnancy. she didn’t trouble the slightly smaller mare to accompany her on her daily escapades and romps unless she offered. she doesn’t see the painted strawberry roan though, and wonders with a thoughtful huff, if the mare had gone inland to seek fresh water.

the dark jungle behind her is a maze of draping foliage and vines… pidgeon could get lost in it for hours, and often does. there are some places so dense with greenery that you can barely see the faintest hint of sunlight shining through the leaves of the canopy. she isn’t sure if it is as wonderful as she had thought the tall dark forest of pines at the bay but it is spectacular in its own right. not having seen grier on the beach, she decides to escape the heat of the day and meander further inland herself….

other than at their summoning, when zjeena had delivered the heart wrenching tale of how things had unfolded between her and liland, pidgeon had not caught sight of the stallion rougarou. she felt both eager and startlingly anxious at the prospect. he had called her pretty… after all. suddenly, she wishes she had stayed closer to grier. if there was anyone that was level-headed and clever that could guide the pidgeon through the daunting idea of facing the tall swarthy stallion, it was her hardy little friend. as she slowly turns, finally fully awake and eager to escape the bitingly hot sun, the little leopard mare stares fretfully up the jungle path, both curious and anxious as to who she would encounter on her little journey.