Common

The moon hung high in the inky sky when Viktoriya slipped from the shadows of her hiding place in the Atlantis jungle and into the lapping surf. Change was inevitable, but she was tired of waiting for it to happen. Seizing her own fate, somewhat, she would make the swim to the Crossing for the very first time. The young mare had never left the Harbor since being born, much less Atlantis.


When she emerged on the shore of the Crossing, she lingered there for a moment. Her eyes peering into the unknown that looked so different than what she was used to. Though there was sand upon the beach she stood, the carpet of grass was foreign to her. As were the trees compared to the palms. Though she was leery for a few heart beats, the brave mare moved into the unknown without anymore delay.


Viktoryia spent the rest of the night exploring the new islands. Gathering the scents of others that had come and gone, though she never saw a soul. And from the descriptions that her sire had given her, Viktoryia was able to deduce where she was (most of the time) until she stood on the border of the Meadow and Commons.


The pale mare’s heart beat a little faster. Both excited and nervous of what her fate might hand her. She knew what she wanted; knew what she could achieve for herself. But would the leader who found her be worthy of that? Head raising in confidence, Viktoriya quickly determined that if they were not worthy, she would either force them to be worthy, or leave.


So with head held high, ears forward and light green eyes alert but brimming with newfound excitement; the mare strode out into the open just as the sun peeked over the horizon. Washing the surroundings in fresh light just as she knew she was making her fresh start.