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The need to stretch her legs had been growing lately. She wasn't sure why, but she felt the need to explore without the fear of wandering into the strangers around Luthien. She thinks swimming out to the main island would be better, but her time in peace has caused her to forget the very reason her father fought for her safety.

With a coat heavy with salt, the mostly ivory mare wanders into the commons. It was pretty unknown to her where she was exactly, but she knew she was in the right place. It has just been years since she actually left for this place. Not since a stallion fought and stole her to the Lagoon. She had been upset because she couldn't see Marrow, but thankfully a kind stallion had helped her escape with a few other mares.

Now she leaves Wicca behind to tend her own need for adventure. Only odd because she never usually had the want to leave home.

"Yes," The voice purrs as her head swings around until her eyes finslly rest of a large dark mass in the snow. "Him." She purrs again. "Who?" Wytche voices out loud before the figure suddenly moves. The mare jumps at his sudden cry of pain. "Yes him. He is interesting." Wytche looks confused as her sister whispers her lust about the broken stallion. Still confused, the mare inches closer with a nicker. "Uh, hi," She says nervously as she takes a couple more steps closer. "My sister says hello." Wytche comes to a stop infront of him blinking slowly.