All strange and terrible events are welcome Posted on March 2, 2025 at 09:00:06 PM by Cleopatra
A whinny pulls her head in the direction of the young chestnut male. His eyes were blue, she could see them from here, and his reddish brown coat was splashed with white markings. The way he stands in the sand stirs her imagination of all the stories her parents had told her about home. She still couldn't believe she was finally here. She whinnies back as she picks up a trot towards him. There was honestly no way for her to know if he would become a friend or a foe.
Her trust has been huge on this adventure to the islands of her birth. So far no one has broken it and she doesn't foresee that happening now that she was here. "Hello," She says with a smile. "Am I in the Hills?" She asks as she takes another look around. The sun was now barely casting a glow against the stranger she was with. If he was dangerous this would be a perfect setting to hold her hostage.
Once again, Cleo has no sense of danger. She does not feel nerves only excitement that she has finally arrived. She eyes return to his for the answer. To make sure she was defiantly in the place of her birth. Replies: