She was in a good mood today.

Well, “good” when it came to Rhanna, was a pretty relative term. Now, however, she was satisfied, even relaxed, as she crashed her way through the valley’s thick forest. The great black mare didn’t pay much mind to how much noise she made or what she was trampling underfoot; she left a clear trail in her wake. Her direction was anything but decided upon, if she came to an obstacle she couldn’t easily walk over, she turned and took another path, simple as that. She hadn’t had to deal with any other creature all day and it had done wonders for her disposition. Actually, she hadn’t met another equine (or equine derivative) for several weeks. She’d been wandering over the mountains on the edge of this region for weeks, no particular goal in mind besides her own fleeting entertainments. With the coming of Organgemoon, however, the chilled north winds had caused her to descend into the foothills and this very forest. She wasn’t to much bothered by the chill in the air, but she found herself at lower altitudes all the same.

Her isolation had begun several months before. Since leaving the land of her birth The filthy wretched place… she’d rarely stayed in any singular place for more than two seasons. Rhanna wasn’t to interested in planting roots, and anytime she’d gotten what she needed from a place she was up and off again. No point in forming attachments. This most recent time, she’d picked up and left out of sheer annoyance; the herd she’d been hanging around had had in influx of new foals who were far to whiney and needy for Rhanna’s taste, and those silly little mare had thought she might actually help them with the little snots? The giantess laughed to herself, what presumption!

So she’d wandered for the warm months of the year, over hill and through forest and here is where she found herself. Not looking to meet anyone else, per say, but though isolation had its advantages, the giantess was beginning to feel that she could do with the entertainment that others invariably provided. Rhanna wondered what fort of creatures would she find in this unfamiliar land. If she was lucky, there’d be only equines here; those horned goat and winged skyrats were so unnatural, thought themselves so far above the rest. Rhanna couldn’t abide by magic, or at least that is what she had convinced herself to believe over the years.

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Tags: @[Ricochet]
Notes: -gratuitous intro poste lameitude-