Avalon was very observative, right now, that was. However, she was also moving at a fast rate, her hooves pounding into the earth in a steady yet rapid rhythm. With the momentum her moving body was gaining, it was hard to pull herself to a halt to keep from running into a bay stallion with large wings. Avalon's eyes grew wide as she skidded to a halt, kicking up dirt behind her in the process. However, she only slid a few feet before finding herself in an almost seated position at a complete stop.

Avalon instantly perked herself up in front of the stallion and came to realize she was slightly taller than him. At a stand still, she now got better look. The stallion was bay with large dark brown wings. He had paint on his left eye, and front the looks of it, she supposed more somewhere else. The stallion had sapphire blue eyes that reminded her of an early morning sky.

However, the thing that stood out most about this stallion, was the fact that he had antlers as well. And not only that, but a dream catcher with beads. But, of course, Avalon didn't know what this contraption was. She had never even seen another equine with antlers like herself. All she knew, however, is that she found the contraption extremely intriguing and she still didn't have a slightest clue of what its purpose nor name was.

Avalon could feel the feathers attached to the top of her mane poking into her neck slightly. They were in an awkward position, probably because of the sudden stop. To fix this, she shook her head slightly, sending her ink black mane to and fro. However, it all fell back into place, along with the feathers. Perhaps slightly messy, but she almost never kept up with it. She had no reason to.

Her path was certainly blocked by his body, as well as wings, and then the stallion spoke. Avalon noticed that it appeared uncomfortable for him to speak. Almost unnatural. She didn't make it obvious at all. Actually, she hardly showed any notice to it at all. Nevertheless, he had introduced himself and it was only in her best to reciprocate the action.

Avalon dipped her head slightly in recognition, her large charcoal colored antlers following the same motion since they were attached to her head.


After all, it was true. Avalon didn't know exactly where she was. She didn't know exactly where she was going either. She just knew she was moving. Or had been moving. Then again, perhaps it was destiny for her to had stopped moving. Perhaps it was destiny for her to come across Gaucho.