It’s the first time that the young girl has ventured outside of the Cove, and she doesn’t even do it on purpose.
In fact, it takes her a long while to realize that she’s done it all.

It begins with her wandering along the shoreline, her spindly legs a haphazard blur as she skips and kicks through the pearly sands, tiny hooves dancing just beyond the water’s reach. She pauses to observe the waves as they ebb and flow, watching the seagulls as they swoop to snatch small crabs left vulnerable in the ocean’s foamy wake. One shellfish seems to scurry after her in its escape, causing the filly to squeal in surprise before she tosses her heals and bolts in a flurry of snorts.

Her wild gallop only lasts a few strides before she slows to a prancing, high-stepping trot. The icy autumn breeze nips against her skin, and eventually alerts her to the subtle change in the scent it carries. This beach is the same beach she had begun exploring—there had been no wall, no barriers—but at some point, Mila had crossed that invisible line that separates one territory from the next.

Jerking to a sudden halt, the young girl holds her head high, whiskery nostrils trembling as she casts her eyes about. There is a taste of trepidation on her tongue, but any urgency to leave is drown out by the thrill of curiosity that sings in her veins. She can’t just leave…right?

ooc; For mag <33
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Mila

weanling | classic champagne roan tobiano | 16.3hh wfg | Solomon x Nadja | reli