Not everyone is perfect.
Sicily felt lost. For once in her life she truly felt alone. She had been away from the lagoon for so many seasons already and the pull to go back was strong, but somehow she had lost her total sense of direction and had managed to plunge into the sea to end up on another island. The climate felt cold, nothing at all like the lagoon. Raising her dark head, she gave a nervous snort as she looked around, taking in the lack of equine bodies. A heavy musk of a male hung in the air around it, perhaps the leader? For some this would possibly deter them from entering, but Sicily had been sired by a lagoon leader and raised amongst its men. Nothing scared her anymore, except herself.

With a slight arch to her neck and a skip to her step, she entered the quiet home, completely unannounced. After the squabble she had before with the man in the meadow, a fight she'd clearly lost, she was eagerly looking for another. Anything to take her mind off the Lagoon and her father. Twisting around the various trees, she allowed every now and then for her body to rub against them, making her intrusion and presence known. It was likely she was only trying to piss off the stallion who lived here even more once he caught her scent and her obvious trail to drive deeper into his home.

Sic could not hide the giddy grin upon her lips, and her hips took on a more exaggerated swing as she walked. Oh how she loved to piss others off.


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