The young filly picked her way down the path from the peak. She had never been away from that area before however she was ready to move on from where her mother once called home. It was a nice place just not really her cup of tea. Especially since mother had disappeared off the mountain. Instinct told her she needed to find others, she needed to be in a group. So she set out on her quest to find herself a herd. She walked into the area known as the falls. She came to a halt and carefully scanned the area. She took in the scene. She noticed mares and stallions standing around, some alone, some talking.
She was a beautiful young gal. It probably wouldn't take very long for her to get noticed. Her white socks stood out from the green grass brushing against her legs. Her golden colored body matched some of the colors of Autumn. Autumn was always a beautiful season with the variety of colors. Autumn suited her well. She had small areas white across her body with a light colored mane and tail that had just started looking more 'grown up' instead of that annoying stage where strands of hair seemed to go every which way but the way they were suppose to.
She didn't have anyone in mind. She wasn't familiar with those who ruled the territories so she was hoping more than one equine would show up. She would welcome any...she was eager to strike up a conversation with anyone. She raised her head and let out a nicker. Her golden tipped ears tilted forward, alert, listening for any response.