Common

Silence greeted her at first and she frowned, the charcoal edges of her lips curling down as she peered out at the barren landscape before her. "So much for dangerous," she muttered under her breath, slender ears tipping back against the dirty-golden plume of her mane. Brigitta had grown up on her parent's warnings of the Crossing, of the Commons, and of the rush of autumn... but she wasn't sure she believed them.

As a young girl, it had been far easier to buy into their words of warning. Back then, she'd also believed he father's stories of a yeti that lived far up in the Cove's mountain too. Which she knew wasn't true, because she'd snuck away from home one day to investigate it all herself. So if he'd been lying about that, then there was at least a smidgen of a possibility that he'd been lying about the Commons too.

And if there was one thing to be known about the defiant golden mare, it was that she had to see things for herself.

The sound of a voice made her jump and she turned toward it, a grin already curling onto her lips. Moonlight illuminated the edges of a roguishly handsome stallion, his face handsomely framed by a mane of raven black. He was nothing like anyone she knew at home, and she was instantly intrigued. She took a step toward him, her head cocked in question as she absorbed his statement, her warm brown eyes narrowing as she appraised the truth of what he'd said.

"Um.. yes?" She began, and then shook her head with a self-deprecating little chuckle, as if that would be enough to erase her initial uncertainties. He was making her flustered, and she wasn't sure what to do with the feeling. "I mean, yes that is where I meant to end up, I think." The sudden shyness was unfamiliar to her, and so she cast the focus of the conversation away from herself and back to him like a game of hot potato. "Is this where you are supposed to be?"