Since moving to the Falls things had been feeling like more of a burden than it should be. Her normal activities and exploring had been put on hold thanks to the unfamiliarity of her new home. She missed the Edge dearly with the thick forest, the ocean and everything else that made it unique. So far all she had seen of the Falls was the towering rocks and more rocks and cliffs, nothing too spectacular if you asked her. Maybe with time she could come around to liking the place but for now it was still strange and relatively unknown.

Inhaling deeply the ivory mare cantered across the fields with ease enjoying the warm sun against her back. This was the most relaxation she had felt in months and boy was it long overdue. Shaking out her long mane and forelock she eventually slowed to catch her breath. Her stamina was no where near what it should be with all the changes stressing her out but if she could continue to slip away and run like she used to it would take no time at all to rebuild it. Huffing softly she turned her head to look around at where she had gotten to. The golden grasses all around her was enough to soothe her mind drawing a smile to her delicate features. This had to be the meadow she concluded silently recognizing the familiar scenery from her frequent visits to this place both alone and with her son. It was much farther than she remembered but she had to remind herself that she did not live in the Edge any longer.

Finding a small creek the girl lowered her muzzle to draw in the cool liquid to satisfy her thirst. Lifting her head once more she stood quietly gazing around with one foot cocked so she could rest before having to make the journey home. Blue orbs caught nothing out of the ordinary at first but on the second round a patch of black drew her eye. Was it just a patch of dirt? No it was too long and misshapen for that.. Surely it couldn't be someone standing there could it? The longer she watched the shape the more curiosity edged her forward to get a better look. Walking a few short steps closer she began to make out the figure of a rather odd looking stallion almost hidden within the golden grasses. Unease kept her from approaching further so instead she chose to send out a gentle greeting to see what might be his response. If it were a negative one she figured she was far enough away to be able to make a break for it and get a head start but hopefully that would not be needed. Nickering gently in greeting she perked her ears forward in the hopes of catching any response the stallion may give.



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