It was nice out, her mane whipped in the wind as she ran, head whipping back as she whinnied, it was shrill and exited. She ran until she couldn't, her lungs burning for rest. Her hooves kicked up the softening sands as she headed for the oasis. It was clean water, wasn't it? Contemplating the easy-access water, she slowed, her still young lungs heaving. She threw out her chest, it made it easier to breath that way. In which the lungs are set free, not hunched over.

The dappled girl then made her way to the sea, slowly. Bit by bit she walked. Around the small oasis, towards the shore on the other side. She could faintly hear the crashing of waves on the sand and rocks, making her want to run, but she knew she had she breath for a second. After that long run, she needed to think. She needed-well, she didn't know exactly- but she needed some time to just let go and wander and do something stupid.

I wonder where Rhoa is...? She didn't ponder this question for long. She assumed he was only out doing something with family or friends. He didn't need to be with her every second of the day. Today was just like when she had left to the cold lands, passing through the threshold on the way back. She had met a new friend. One with stick on their forehead. Just like the grey colt she met in the Steppe, the chilly air came back to her even now. The dark sky above them reflected in her eyes as she flew for him. Just like the bright red stallion she had tended to in that arched cave, with the mare right beside him. The wounds seemed painful and dreading, and she didn't dare look back as she sulked from that lonely cave.

She soon stops short at the sight of a small soul lost out on the rocks, slipped in between two the creature seemed so small and frail. Like it could brake if nudged by a gentle muzzle. She wonders if it was worth it to help the poor thing out...

And before she knew it, she was fluttering her way towards it. Her eyes itching to get a look at the-now identified-colt. He was cute, she stated this from his light coloring (which, by the way, was very formal in a man) and modest markings. Unlike the big and strong Wildfire, this one was simple. Although, he did have something wrapped around his neck...
Spice approached softly, her hooves sliding in the unnoticed sand under hoof. She is then standing in front of the boy. A worried look cast upon her brow, caused by the state he is in, which, was not happy. At all.

"Are you okay?" Her voice strained with worry and concern for this poor crumpled thing in between two underserving (ugly) rocks of such a beautiful colt.

{@[Cerin]}