Falls

A bird chirps above her head. The song is soft, a lovely tweeting that reminds her that summer still clings to these lands. Thea has only been here but a few days and she takes notice of the shifting of seasons. The nights are chilly, the days mildly warm, with a soft breeze that ruffles her two toned mane. A single ear swivels in the direction of the roaring falls. She can hear the occasional chatter of other inhabitants of the Islands. She does not expose herself to them, she prefers the solitude of her little thicket. The trees conceal her from wandering eyes. She knows that being here without a family or herd was a risk, but she was determined to make it on her own.

If her father knew, that she went somewhere on her own, he would lose it! Thea loved her father, but he tended to be overprotective of his little flodeuwn. She shakes out her thick tresses with a soft snort from her flaring nostrils. She was here on this Island. She knew not a soul, and honestly was excited about exploring this place.

She pushes through the thick bushes that conceal her hiding place. Her hazel eyes linger on the falls, as they glisten in the early afternoon sun. The water catapults down the face of the mossy rocks, babbling and gurgling the whole way down. She steps from her hiding place into the clearing, she keeps her head down as she walks to the waters edge. She drops her pink lips to the water's surface and drinks thirstily. The water was cool and sweet on her tongue. She lifts her delicate head up, a few dribbles of water fall from her chin back into the pool at her hooves. She gazes down at the girl who looks back at her. She admires her hazel eyes, two toned mane, and delicate face. She was her mother's daughter, through and through.