Common

“Sister?”


Cholena’s whisper was soft, clearly not enough to be heard by anyone, but still she spoke it as if it would beckon Gitch into existence. The bay roan knew she was in a dangerous place. The scent and sights are the same as her mother had described as being the Commons, making it familiar, although she had never physically been here before.


“Gitch?”


She called her sister’s name a bit louder, letting her whinny echo across the silent stretch of meadow laden with heavy morning fog. She could barely see anything as it grew thicker, and the clouds overhead kept the sun from casting any light for her to try and peer through the grey curtain.


“Maybe I should go back.” Cholena murmured to herself; front left hoof pausing mid-step to be held aloft almost like a wary deer. Her dark brown, almost black ears twisted back and then forward in her indecisiveness while her blue eyes once again made a pass around her surroundings. For today, her search seemed utterly hopeless. “Yes…. Yes, I should go back.” Back to the Meadows or Falls where she knew it would be safe. With a nervous snort, she turned to try and follow her tracks back the way she’d come.