Letha understood well the borders of the herd land. Understanding them, however, was a completely different story than agreeing with them. While the girl knew that the herd was safe within the wall, and that her parents had a desire for her to stay within the wall, her heart pushed her onward. Curiosity reigned within her tiny heart and mind, and when she had the opportunity to slip outside the tiny slit in the glass wall, she sure as the gods did. Little, solid hooves carried her away and as she slipped through the opening in the wall she cursed her wings for being so small and unready to use. She had seen other pegasi flying high above the trees of her new home, landing within the wall safely and with hardly any notice. It was the lack of pomp and circumstance, the lack of hiding behind trees and bushes from the patrollers, the lack of feeling imprisoned (what a strong feeling for such a young creature) that the unipeg desired.

For now, however, she would rely on what she could. Eventually, she told herself, she would learn to fly.

The girl kept her eyes peeled, looking around at her surroundings as she trotted along as best she could. She did not know it, but once she was outside of the herd land she was not the most stealthy of creatures. Her trot held the youthful unrefinement of her long legs, and with it the thud of each of her solid hooves was easily detectable. She did not know it, but if she did the youth probably would not have cared. She was on no mission except exploration, and the thick, red alarm of danger was not on her radar at the moment. Instead, everything was painted in a beautiful array of wondrous color.

As she trotted, something at the edge of a pool caught her eye. The leggy filly instantly stopped, albeit without grace. Tiny ears perked and moved around behind growing ram's horns, pointing at the object. Turning her body, the girl's wings unfolded and lowered with her head. Ocean blue eyes filled with the curiosity in her heart, but her body told her to be wary. Her muscles tightened, her legs ready to flee in an instant. She drew closer to the object, slowly, her dark nose reaching out to hesitantly touch the round, smooth, black thing.

It moved.

With alarm, Letha's head shot up and she burst backwards, legs and wings splaying as a startled, loud bleat erupted from her mouth without her permission.

She did not know what it was, but it wiggled and writhed in her presence. The growing girl's heart beat wildly within her chest as she watched the egg.