She had hidden herself away, deep within the forest that borders the rushing falls. Mud dirties her deep russet coat and sticks bury themselves in her knotted mane. She has lost count of the days since leaving the Arch, her mother and everything she has ever known behind. Wasn't that what she was supposed to do? Strike out on her own? Explore the isles?
Even, perhaps - find her father. She knew little of him, AND how she had come to be in the Arch. Her mother had always treated her like one of her own, never once did she make her feel like an outsider or unwelcome. She heaves a heavy sigh, mother would kick her tail if she knew of all the trouble she had found herself in. From her squabble with the grown man child to now, covered in mud and slinking through the shadows.
Honey brown eyes draw in the world that surrounds the falls, from the dense forest just beyond to the white capped waters who cascade down its rocky face. Silently, she watches the newcomers - her gaze wanders - from one to the next until it settles on the lithe form of a young stallion who lips at the tender grasses.
Her ears rotate atop her crown within the dense tendrils of her forelock. Questions always race across her mind as she stares at the newcomers. Where were they from? What strife has brought them here? Or which island was their favorite? If she were to choose, of course Tinuvel would be her favorite - even if it is the only one she has ever visited. Mother always talked about the isles and with these stories her curiousty blossomed. She swallows back the myriad of questions as she closes the short distance between them - until she can not hold them back any longer - and they burst from her opened lips.
"Hey you!" she nickers as her steps slow to a halt at his side "Have you ever been to any of the other islands?" she asks with a the gentle tilt of her head.
