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From the land threaded with tall trees where she first entered this land called 'Helovia', Esther's long, lanky limbs led her to her supposed new home. Apollo had graciously accepted her into this herd, but the impression of the land itself wasn't a great one. Though she was honored and relieved to have found a new home so quickly, the looming, ever-present moon that followed her like a gnat soon grew to annoy her. She, the onyx mare, was easily masked by the darkness that hung over this land like a shroud. One would think that she appreciated the darkness, as Esther seemed to fade into it with ease, but it was quite the opposite.

Her footfalls came to a halt. A rather abrupt one, at that. Her peach hooves dug into the rocky ground, scattering pebbles and chunks of dirt away from her. The unicorn looked to the scattered trees sprouting from the rocky mountains of her new home. The setting would definitely take some getting used to; normally, the mare strayed from mountains during her travels. She never saw herself as a billy goat - tracking up and down mountains wasn't really her thing. Though there were the cons in living here, Esther understood why these ranges made for a good habitat. They offered protection and traveling from one place to the next, you'd never grow overweight. The Tennessee Walker shook her head and laughed lightly at herself and her thoughts. But her whole-hearted smile soon became a slight frown. Her crimson stare looked to the moon disdainfully. How I wish you were the sun..

In her wandering thoughts, her hind left hoof lost its grasp among the rocks. In a slight moment of unneeded panic, Esther's ears swiveled and fell flat while she picked up her front limbs and gave a sort of right-ways leap. A heavy snort abated her as she looked at where her footing lost itself. It wasn't a life or death situation, but it certainly surprised her.

"Damn rocks.." The overo mare watched as a cluster of hardened earth tumbled over each other. Her extended tail lashed out angrily before she shot one last glare at the moon, which glared back at her with its eerie, reflected light.



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