Scarlet eyes glinted mischievously as she stalked through Helovia. It had been a magical day for the young girl; she had tricked a member of the herd to give her passage out of the herd lands, saying her mother was waiting for her on the other side. Dark giggles seeped from her white lips as she pranced along heading north. Something seemed to be pulling her that way, and she was more than willing to follow. Of course every creature that ran, scurried, or flew by caught her attention.

It was when a mouse scurried past and she gave chase that she noticed something shinny on the ground. Ears pricked and nostrils flaring the spider girl investigated. Hidden in the grass lay two objects; a shimmering leg band with gems of fire and a matching earring. Her eyes widened excitedly as she figured out how to put them on. With her head held high the girl pranced forward now intent on finding whatever was pulling her.

The sounds and scents of many horses caused her to slow to a proud walk as she strode from the line of trees. Slender neck arched she gazed out into the field. A whole group of horses stood before her looking at her. She tossed her short mane and smiled charmingly at them all; well until she realized there was an odd rock creature in front of her next to a tree covered in odd things.

Carefully she pulled the trinket from her right ear and made her way to the tree. Bright eyes looked over the strange creature as she stepped forward eyes searching for a bare spot in her reach. Carefully she lifted her neck out as high as she could and placed the earring on a branch. Stepping back she admired her work making sure to remember where she had placed it, to retrieve it later.

She turned and looked for a face she might know. A squeal of joy and some quick foot work and she was at her father's side. "Apa!" She grinned up at her black and white sire, "Look what I found on the way here!" She pointed to her right rear leg proudly before looking back up at him grinning brightly. Then her attention was caught by the voice of another saying the word Volterra had taught her. She turned sharp eyes to look up at the ashen colt. A frown touched her lips as she looked over his markings and red eyes. "Why are you calling my Apa, Apa?" Her young voice held a hint of steel that most children her age would not know. The impressive war lord was her father, so what right did this boy have to call him so? Her brown ears flicked back with her annoyance as she stepped towards him demanding an answer.

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OOC/Tags;; @Volterra @Tyrath Vezér places her newly found earring on the tree