It was the first time the steel-colored mare had ventured back to the Crossing since she arrived here. A sudden sense of adventure lifted her spirits as she strode forth from the island's shoreline, her grayscale frame draped in a liquid, metallic-like sheen. Her crystal blue eyes widened as she took in the scents and the smells of the common lands, moving aimlessly but with a steady, firm stride away from the crashing waves and toward open pastures.
Vita Nova trailed lazily among the summer's lush offering of rich grasses through midday, grazing happily by her lonesome. She was a little disappointed that she'd hadn't found many others to meet yet. She had had enough isolation in the Bay, hence her decision to brashly leave without telling a soul. She of course had every intention of returning home to Nephilim before nightfall, but she needed something to do today. She needed something else beyond her own company. Nova was hardly as self absorbed as her mother, but the young mare knew she was a pretty thing, a delicate trinket that any willing stallion would like to add to their collections. So she was a bit disappointed when her entrance fell onto deaf ears, it being described as lackluster at best.
She had barely explored the islands as a youngster, even though she had been born here. To her, everything about her "home" felt exotic and new, even if she had resettled here for a while now. She'd met Nephilim the day she arrived on the Islands, having broke free from her mother's delusional escapade to find Shamwari. She was bright-eyed and full of excitement at the thought of venturing out on her own. But then the handsome golden spotted stallion came her way, and everything changed. She'd never blame Nephilim for her restlessness she felt as of late. Some of his other mares had children to tend to and most were much older than her. She clearly didn't have any luck making friends so far. Not to mention the abrupt disappearance of her father, Valentine. The wound left behind in its wake was still fresh and she hated thinking about it for too long. She'd never shared this with Nephilim or anyone else. Perhaps that's why it was still festering.
Though she'd never outwardly admit that to Nephilim, whom she was still quite fond of, Nova felt rather bored most of the time. She blamed it on what she assumed was merely an adjustment period, a solidification that her adolescence was finally over. She was an adult now, a full grown, fertile and healthy mare. Her priorities must shift too, and adventure was no longer high on the list of what she should assume would be important to a mare.
Nova closed her eyes for a moment longer, enjoying the calm, empty grassland around the falls, but willing it to be full of potential friends when her eyes reopened. Her bright blue eyes fluttered open and in the distance she spotted him, a stallion with a blond tail and mane moving slowly toward the water's edge. Without hesitation, Nova moved eagerly in his wake. She too, paused for a drink just several feet away from him before nickering to him and bobbing her head in a friendly manner. "Hello."
3 | Mare | Evaline x Valentine | Smoky Back Splash | 15 hh | © Vinyl |
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