N E A L A
No one answered her at all at first. Her mother, her father the boys that vyied for her attention. No one, was this not connected to her home land? She continues her search through this winter wonderland occasionally moving snow aside and grabbing a few bites to eat when her ears flick and she turns her dial in that direction. The mare that approached was quick to speak her name and then speak about her strange coloring. She looks back at herself at first to see what she was talking about, but she didn't know her coloring was odd.
Before she answers though a stallion appears and she watches him calmly. If she wasn't confused and somewhat in pain from her fall she might flirt with him or play hard to get but right now she just needed to get her bearings. My name is Neala, where is this? She asks looking around her.
As for my color I do not know my parents have no clue eitherShe said .I was born this way Then the stallion asks if she is hurt and as much as she'd like to say no the question reminds her of the fall.A little, I was on a cliff showing off like usual when the ground shook and the outcropping I was on fell into the seaShe said. She gazes back toward the sea that was now out of sight. I think I am a long way from homeShe said.