Thanks sooo much to RayoDeSoleil/Kanti for fixing my coding <3 I love you right now!

It was quiet. This was the first thing that actually registered within Rowan's thoughts as she slowly walked across the open land that smelled of faded souls, beings that had crossed this turf just as she was in that very moment. The stories held within the soil beneath her hooves were plentiful, some with a deep sadness and others with hope and joy. Though she could not determine where her story was leading her, Rowan did notice that one thing. It was quiet. Why it held such importance to her she couldn't fathom. Ever since she had sworn to keep her adopted mother's promise to find her own trail, or blaze it if she must, Rowan had decided to leave her quiet happiness behind. For truth be told, the chocolate mare with the dark cyan eyes was lonely. Feyther had made her promise to leave her, to escape and find a life worth living. Rowan sighed sadly, blue eyes darkening further with such morose thoughts. Feyther had been the one to take her in, the terrified filly with the skinned knees and wild eyes. She owed everything to the old gray mare, and she missed her fiercely. The wind tousled her flaxen mane, and she tossed her head gently to free her vision from its annoying interference. The land she was in was exquisitely beautiful, and she wanted to drown in every inch of it, so different from the near barren landscape from which she'd originated.

Rowan's steady walk slowed to a stop, velvet brown ears flicking above her cranium as she listened to the soft sounds that she was now registering. Sounds that had previously escaped her wandering attention. The wind through the grass, the leaves and their near soundless flight to the ground below. Snorting softly she gave a small smile and lifted her head as far as her short stature allowed, following the path of one of those dainty orange objects until it barely brushed her nose, smelling as earthy and old as the tree it had fallen from. Rather delighted with this new game, Rowan pranced around the solid trunk of the baring tree, leaping and lifting herself onto her hindquarters to puff her breath upon each sailing leaf. They jumped and quivered with every shift of wind, every exhalation she focused upon it. Her umber coat gleaming in the sunlight found between the growing gaps in the branches. It was a childish game, but one that took away the ache of loneliness sitting within her chest. Playing so lightly banished the weight, exact opposites in a battle she was determined to win. With a contented, soft laugh, she abandoned her game and stood quietly. Feeling as if she should wait. For whom she did not know, but was eager to discover. No longer could she pursue her lonely existence. There had to be another in these parts, and she would wait here until the tree had lost all of its children, hoping for another to find her standing alone under its branches.