She had stood beside the great gathering, holding herself regal and collected as father always said newcomers should be. Yet no one noticed. When she spoke no one even turned their head. Not even the seemingly kind stallion. Not to mention there were still such strange things going on as flying horses. That she really couldn’t fathom. Why did they not fall? Maybe they floated from on high. Maybe…maybe..oh but there were so many there, and just all the different sights and sounds. So many creatures…She was a bit lost. Which is why she had left. When no one had said a word, she turned and left.
So now she stood on the far side looking over at the long strip of land. Much subdued from before. Her childish romping spirit calmed by the vastness of….everything. Not to mention once again she was alone. Curled ears kept turning round, and though she heard a great lot of unknown sounds, none were the ones she knew. She should be leaping for joy. Dancing about the waves. Kicking up on the new earth. But for some strange reason her wings stayed by her sides, neatly tucked, and no wind blew through her mane. When she finally stopped on the point of the beach, everything was still but the waves.
OOC:: Open to any to meet the poor overwhelmed bird. =]