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She looks across the new expanse of earth with a sort of hungry admiration. She knows that there were dangers, there always were, but exploration and discovery were ever more interesting as she grew. Now in her maturity, at least for the most part, she feels quite the compulsion to make the most of it. To see more, to feel more, to do-- well, anything really. It was a big deal to her that she would have such a far off world to herself.
Or at least mostly to herself. She figured, by the earth being so well-trodden, there had to be others -- but others were not parents or aunts or stepmothers. It was a world where she was her own compass.
The water of the ocean yet lapped at her fetlocks, her brilliant orange coloration catching the sunlight beautifully despite the darkness induced by wetness. She shakes, black mane and tail whipped this way and that, the white hourglasses of her face and chest washed of travel dust now and just as glaring. She is pretty enough, but she hadn’t been told that by those not inclined to doting on her - ie. family - and so she doesn’t pose or strut as others might have. Instead she simply gazes with a brightness to her sand-opal eyes.
A black obscure blot catches her eye in the peripheral of her vision, though, and she turns with a switch of her tail and a slight squint of her eyes into the sun. "Hello?" Her voice is light, almost like a breeze itself, as she addresses the black mountain and adjusts her standing to be less perpendicular to his approach.
OF THE LOST ISLAND WILDS
▻ mare - mutt - wild bay dun pangare splash sabino, gulastra plume - 14.3 hh ◅