Meadow

The islands were a torrent of energy for the mare. Motion of time moved eloquently quicker than other places. Upon arrival from the sea she had found herself promptly taken across the mainland and to the island that housed the prairie. A place she had found little comfort in knowing, despite her brief stay. A stallion had taken her there, and he had been handsome by measure but abrupt in the taking.

Now she had been won as a prize to the ridge. While the terrain was more to her liking there was the absence of knowing whom thrived there outside of the stallion who'd won her. A lack of commradery with other mares had left her feeling divided within herself. Already fought over by the haughty males but left to no comforts of a permanent home.

She trotted easily against the soil of the meadow. Out on a stroll away from the herd, in a place of common ground that was vacant of clustered scents as the commons had been. It is as she had travelled across the gentle slopes of the tall drooping grasses that she spotted another mare crested on a hilltop.

A whinny escaped her peach touched lips as she headed in a trajectory that had lead her straight up the bluff to the other. Umbra locks were thrust upward as she greeted the stranger with a bright blue gaze. "Hello! Clarion tones had rang out as she approached the mare, keeping a friendly distance with a neutral stance. "I'm Junia. Of the... ridge I suppose." Her youthful limbs danced for a moment before they came still. There was excitement behind the discovery of someone new. Someone that might be shackled like herself.