At last. A welcome coolness was brought over her back as the filly finally reached the shade. Shadows were cast from the thick green canopy above, and dappled over her salt stained, sweat ridden hide. She had never been more grateful to encounter a forest in her young life. Eunomia stopped by large tree trunk, to scratch her itchy, irritated neck, and survey her surroundings a little more. The tree she happened on was actually one of the tallest in the area, and not like any she had seen before. It stood, magnificent. Towering above most other trees around it. They rang a bell at the back of her brain. Her mother had once told her stories of forests filled with huge trees just like this, redwoods, she thinks that's what they were called. The chunky, rough bark on the tree soothed the uncomfortable feeling under her coat for the time being, but she longed for a large lake where she could wash the dirt and sweat from her coat.
Looking around, she noticed a little blue jay sitting atop a lower branch of a white oak tree nearby, watching her with it's royal coloured head cocked to the side. It seemed just as inquisitive as her about the forest; at every sound the bird would shoot it's head from side to side, eager to learn the source of the noise. Before the unicorn could get any closer to the bird, it flew off in the direction of another call, perhaps that of it's mates? Curious as she was to find out, Eunomia knew she had to press on in search of water and plants that weren't poisonous so that she could actually eat.
And so she did. Continuing on over the dry hard ground, under the comforting shade of the lush green forest canopy. It seemed even here she couldn't escape the annoying buzz of flys and other insects which apparently only had one purpose in life: to irritate. She was constantly flicking her tail around hindquarters, trying to swat away the nuisances. As for the ones that preferred to be around her face, there was hardly anything she could do. While she shook her head and made her best efforts to swish her forelock across her head, the thick part of her mane was mostly stuck to her forehead and face with sweat, much to her frustration. Her tiny horn was also hidden beneath this mess of a mane. She prayed to the Gods, any that would listen, that she would find water soon, or even someone who could guide her to water. The forest, while incredibly pretty, seemed to go on forever to the small filly.