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Pushing away the thoughts of her father the best she could she tryed to concentrate on what lay ahead. The vast landscape ahead was pretty plain,it couldn't be denied,but it was beautiful at the same time. Thick snow covering,what she guessed,was the tiny grains of sand. Rocks,big and small, changed the landscape in someway or another. No two rocks were the same. Weather it be size, color or position.
She had soon forgot her worry's and was cantering in the snow,kicking it up with ease,her tail flicking in the air. Her mane flying up in silver strips,her ebony body contrasting with the snow. This is how a foals life should be,free.Without the shadow of another always dampening and destroying your life. It was the first time in her life she had felt pure joy without a shadow of evilness hanging over her but she knew it couldn't always be like this. Escaping her fathers grip once was one thing,but escaping it again? She was sure she wouldn't be so lucky. But,for not at least,she was free of him.
Joy still had hold of Lana. She threw her head up,letting out a shrill call for others. "Hello? Is anyone out there?" She didn't care who answered her call. She just wanted to know more about the Throat. A foal,another horse,Leander,the herd leader... She didn't give a care in the world. She would benefit from any of them. She had already met Leander,and she thought he was wonderful but, arriving at the Throat she had gone a stray a little bit. Not to far,just took a different path-something she often did-causing her mother to worry sick. But she never did it purposely. She just got carried away. For all she knew,he,or another horse or foal,could be round the corner. Flicking her ears backwards and forwards she listened for a sound of another close by. She couldn't wait to see what it was like around here.
