"We stand upon the precipice of change. The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss. Watch for that moment and when it comes, do not hesitate to leap. It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly."
        -- Flemeth, Dragon Age II

She'd found mamae again. Or, rather, mamae had found her.

And for a moment everything seemed okay again for a time until they once again parted ways. Maybe this time things would be different. Maybe this time mamae wouldn't completely disappear on her. Maybe this time she wouldn't get lost. On the positive side, though, the girl was discovering a lot about this land she'd been born into. She'd seen several places already and now that her joints felt stronger - the swelling had gone down and they didn't become inflamed with vigorous activity. Instead she discovered what running felt like - full on, wind whipping your hair running. For Bella, this was no small feat. Much of her first year had been spent at a walking pace; flying hadn't even crossed her mind. Though to be fair, flying wasn't something her mamae could teach her. Father has wings, she remembers that much, but she hasn't seen him in nearly a year.

How she would learn to fly is anyone guess.
Perhaps she will simply teach herself. It can't be that hard, right?

The sandy colored yearling leaves the dark, bloody forest of the north east behind her and gradually meanders north and west. Most often her pace is still slow and steady, only now it isn't due to pain but rather her own curiosity and desire to explore. She still has her moments though, as any foal does, where she runs and jumps and kicks her heels up towards the sky. Bella's heart is lighter as she explores this time, the direct opposite of her previous journey. Though to be fair, she is healthier this time as well and not just because her joints have strengthened. During her time with her mamae, the Sea Soul, she was able to regain some of the weight she'd lost. Bella is still a slender thing, lean with all the flair of her father's Saddlebred heritage.

She is steadily gaining a bit more grace in her movements, finding it much easier now that her knees and joints aren't so stiff with inflammation. Everything is simply easier. So she ventures on until she comes to a path leading up and with only a moment of hesitation, she follows it. At only a year old, her sense of direction is weak at best and frankly, she still isn't certain how she'll ever get back to the desert where she was born. All she can hope for is to bump into someone who knows but until then she plans to enjoy the moment regardless of what path she happens to be on. The odds of it backfiring on her or biting her square on the ass are likely high, higher than anyone would like, but really... what else can she do? Plop her ass down in the middle of a field and cry until someone rescues her?

Fuck that.

By the time the path leveled out, she felt oddly invigorated. Everything felt closer to the sun here and the sky felt... bigger somehow. Bella's earthly green gaze stared at the wide open sky in awe for only a few measly moments until the sounds of voices steal her attention. As is so often present amongst the youth, her curiosity seems to override all else. She'd already seen a rather large and intimidating Yeti nearly six months ago, and she couldn't imagine anything worse than that popping up anywhere, so the filly approaches with a newfound sense of confidence. Not cocky, mind you, just not timid. Confident yet comfortable, with her wings folded against her sides and her pale silver hair shining beneath the summer sun, soft and silky even in its' current youthful shortness. It doesn't take her long to find them but her focus isn't on any of the various. No. They are of no interest to her right now. The monkey (not that she knows it as such) on the rock, however, is a completely different story. To her it is an unusual creature and so she approaches, placing herself not far from it. Her eyes are very quickly drawn to the wide range of colors covering its' face and hands and she can't help but to offer a smile. "Rainbow colors suit you." she declares sweetly, completely genuine in her youthful observation.

Of course, Bella doesn't even know why she's here or what she's here for. She's simply stumbled onto a gathering with a strange creature at its' core. She still hasn't even seen the sparking sphere on the grass. Not that she would have any idea what it is if she had noticed. Bella may be Helovian born but she certainly hasn't had anyone to teach her about these things. Goodness knows she'll find out sooner or later.

daughter of the sea soul and the golden prince