This was the one. She could feel it in her bones. This... This was home. Her new home.

Fiachra edged her way around the perimeter of the small cave, poking her nose into each little crevice and smelling every corner and pebble. Her long purple mane fell across her face, over her eyes and tickling her nose as she huffed in quick breaths. She let out a little snort, but could not help the smile that began to spread across her features. This was the one she could keep, she knew it.

The cave smelled a bit musty, the air stale as a space can get after sitting empty for a time. She flicked her tail through the air, testing her range of movement. The cave was by no means large. It was tall, as it needed to be to accommodate her nearly seventeen hands, but were she to rear up more than a foot or two off the ground, she would still bash her skull on the ceiling. That didn't matter. What need did she have of rearing inside. Homes were from walking, sitting, lying down. Homes were for resting your head at the end of a day, getting the weight off of your weary limbs. The outdoors were for playing and rearing and frolicking.

In dimensions, her new house was maybe two lengths of her body deep and one and a half wide at the back. It was just wide enough to turn herself around easily, and not make her feel claustrophobic. It was small, but not tight. Cozy, she thought, relief and pleasure flooding her system with energy and giving her a bounce to her step. Her hooves clattered in an almost musical rhythm as she explored the space. My space. Her thoughts were sing-song and she felt a cheerful tune bubble up from her throat.

Singing? She was singing. It had been an age since she had felt like partaking in that particular pastime. She had loved singing when she was younger, still a filly. She would prance around the herd, singing the children's songs of the Riy, or simply making her own up, as she did now. Fiachra paused in the dead center of her cave and looked around, bobbing her head in time to the harmony she hummed. She would need things to fill her cave. Bedding, at the very least. A trough of some sort for water, perhaps. And she was rather hungry, after her long search for the perfect place.

But at last, after such a long time, she was home again. She could finally, finally, rest.

"Talk."