The wanderers came as silent as the wind in a graveyard. No sounds came from them other than the sound of their hooves moving along the various terrains they had crossed to get here. The trio had not been sent for, by any means, despite their seemingly purposeful pace. The generally dark-colored siblings came south by way of the Shore-Harbor borderline, though none of them had had business in those lands. They were new here, refugees of a ravaged continent, and following the only idea any of them had: Astarte's dreams.
She had long been convinced that the dreams she often had at night were, in fact, visions. It had been a fact to her since foalhood, when the black female had predicted the sudden, violent death of their (Astarte and Romanovv's) mother at the hooves of their sire. Her brothers, these two, were the closest of the mare's siblings besides the older sister she'd not laid eyes upon since that fateful day. Since the disasters started, the three had been together and gone so very far from home.
The dreams had come to Astarte in intervals as they made their way across the world. The two stallions at her sides had often exchanged glances with each other. Romanovv had always been more patient with the spotted girl and had no trouble giving up control of their expedition to her. Where else were they to go? They couldn't go back. Carthage had been more skeptical, but that was much the way of things with the brash Friesian mix. He had little patience for dawdling or not knowing things. Relinquishing control to the younger sister had been very hard for him to do.
Once the scents changed, Astarte knew they had crossed the border into a new territory. Her brown eyes gleamed with a heady sense of excitement. Romanovv's eyes roved the short distance they could see through the trees before glancing to the other solidly bay male. Carthage's dark crimson eyes -- a gift from his maternal granddam -- were already on him. To be sure, they didn't like being closed in on all sides. They were not used to thick forests and the cloying density that came with them. And yet, they stood together, a stallion at each shoulder of the dark mare. A shrill whinny came from her lips, eager to finally see the fine details of the mare who ruled this land. That would sure catch her brothers offguard. This thought makes the young female smile as they waited.