She had been sent to these islands to make a difference and yet Alpenglow had achieved very little during her time here. The painted mare had spent many days roaming the commonlands of the island doing her best to avoid the bachelor herd of stallions to the north. She could smell their pungent border markings and she simply didn’t have the patience nor desire to deal with their antics. Often she had found herself standing on the shore gazing out at the other nearby islands. She had learned that was where the herds lived and therefore that is where she would find those that might require her assistance. But how could she choose? Why should she favour one above the other? Should she remain here as a wandering hermit unburdened by politics with the freedom to help any in need?
Snorting into the chill autumn air Alpenglow turns her attention away from the rolling waves and towards the meadow. There would be time to find a home later, perhaps it was best to stop looking and simply wait to see what happens. Afterall she was in no rush to settle down and grow roots. Though it could be very lonely at times and she was not immune to the sense of belonging that was currently absent in her life.
Her blue eyes fall upon a chestnut mare and her brow furrows in concern for a moment. The stranger is acting nervously, even though there doesn’t seem to be anything dangerous nearby, and the scars across her body indicate that she had not had an easy life. Gently Alpenglow made her way across the grass with a warm smile on her lips. “Hello,” she spoke softly so as to not further spook the skittish girl, “are you alright?” The expression on her face was one of concern and her blue eyes shone with a genuine desire to help.
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