Fluttering her eyelashes Wendy was roused from her dreams, the warmth of the sun eating into her skin and through her bones. Lifting her head Wendy stares out from beneath the small tree on the ridge that overlooks the ocean, sighing through her nostrils Wendy lowered her head into the lush summer grasses and watched as a few gulls flew low and back towards the sea. They were not for this land, quickly they realized that, as the higher the peaks climbed the more powered with snow they became. Groggily she staged up, shaking the dust off of her body and yawning. So long she had been alone in these mountains, she wasn’t even sure she remembered what it was like to interact with another equine.

As she lifted her head she noticed an equine rolling in with the tide, muscles tensing she watched him stagger through the waves onto the beach. Twisting on her hindquarters she moved down the rocky path, her small hooves now accustomed to the uneven ground. There was excitement brimming beneath her flesh along with the fear of uncertainty. Wendy had never been a particularly brave creature, she was still very much a child in a woman’s body and so unknowing of what the world held before her.

As her hooves hit the ground she moved at a brisk trot, ears flicked forward and head raised high she parted her whiskered lips and gave a shrill whinny. Whether it was welcome or warning she couldn’t yet tell. The little mare eyed the stallion, youth lining his features as he looked around with as much wonder as she had she first time here. Slowing to a halt she gave a small bob of her head, “you- uh, are you alright? Did you get swept in? ” Her voice isn’t authoritative or firm, it lacks refinery and leadership that she has yet to learn. Shifting slightly on legs that could try to outrun him she eyes him, “are you hurt?”