The grasses swayed, lush with life. Horses littered the meadow, some grazing, other sleeping, some even chatting with others. The sun was up, dipping to the west as mid-day passed. The cool breeze that came with spring, the lively scent of freshly fallen rain and blooming flowers, washed away the warming rays. Life in the meadow was peaceful, tranquil even. And somewhere within the green stocks, a spiraled horn peaked between the grass.

She rested near the edge of a small creek, sprawled out fully on her right side. Cremello pelt seemed a white gold with the sun glinting off it, the horn she bore seeming to dance in colors. The heat of the sun had pale lids covering gentle blue hues, a sleepy look taking the filly's features. She's of Andalusian lineage, the arch of her crest and nicely defined head a show of proof. Perhaps when she grew older, she'd be easy on the eyes, but until then, Zora remains lanky for her height, a simple 15 hands.

Life had been so boring as of late, so lack luster for the youth that the only thing Zora could think to do was lay in the sun and hope her nose didn't burn. She really should've been with others her age, reeking havoc and doing whatever else young equines like herself did. But she wasn't, alone in the green stocks of the meadow. It wasn't like it really bothered her, being alone. Zora had been alone since... well, a while ago. She never had been very good at keeping track of time. But never the less, here the filly was, basking in the daylight. Growing steadily bored the longer she just lounged about.

A fly buzzed by a pale ear, the audits flicking in annoyance. Her legs shifted every so often, the cooling period growing shorter and shorter as her patience thinned. It wasn't long before the Andalusian was gathering her feet beneath her and standing, ears pinned back as she peered over the vegetation. Even fully standing, the grass reached up to tickle her neck. Zora snorted, clearly very annoyed with her boredom. She just didn't do bored.

"Is there nothing to do here or what?" The two-year old ground out, searching the land with a small scowl. Her voice was young, child like. She looked and sounded every bit like a pouting tween who wasn't allowed to go hang out with friends.

Zora snorted as she continued to scan the area, eyeing the other horses and buzzing insects. Her glower hadn't lessened, perhaps even growing worse. Lack of activity had settled within her bones, the youth aching for something to do. Perhaps she could entice a buzzing little bug to race? Maybe prance her way on up to another filly or colt and create a game to play? Or she could just continue standing where she was, scowling at any who fell under her annoyed blue orbs.

If mother was here, she'd indulge in Zora's restlessness, taking a walk through the land for any holes or divets in the ground. Once the pale mare had traced a safe path, she would've challenged her offspring to a race, let Zora speed off into the meadow she stood in. The thought of her mother... it had Zora shuffling, blue growing dark with guilt and sadness though her scowl remained in place. She'd be disappointed with her attitude, no doubt. Zora was old enough to be away from her parental figure, now anyways. But the two had been close, only having each other in their travels. Now, Zora was alone.

The grass rustled, though Zora chose to ignore it. She was too focused on her thoughts, too focused on how things would be, should be. But the stocks continued its loud noise, disrupting her thoughts and soon, a figure's shadow blocked the sunlight. It had Zora's head turning, tilting to eye the one who'd decided to come near her. Her audits perked at attention, blue orbs growing wide in surprise and wonder. His words floated right over her head, the filly too focused on who stood before her. It was.. a winged horse. A bay, winged horse! His black wings were tucked tightly against his sides, the grass bending farther too accommodate them. Zora shuffled back as she turned to face him fully, eyes locked on the flight capable appendages.

"Whooaa..." She breathed, her eyes finally flicking to the stallions face. A broad smile broke across her maw. "You're like.. me!" The youth crow hopped, a delighted laugh bubbling and spilling forth. "I mean, you're not like me, me. But you're different, like me!" The idea of another being like herself sounded preposterous, or it had up until now. Zora had yet to meet anyone who didn't look like any other horse out there. They never had horns or wings or anything! But he did, this stranger. He did and it totally awed the youth to know this. So a happy dance was in order. Zora hopped and swung her body in an excited circle, careful of the other's space. Her tail flicked happily, her forelock swishing with each turn of her head. And then she froze. Because she was in company. And two year olds weren't supposed to act like such kids.

Zora straightened as quickly as she had begun her dance, coughing like she hadn't just pulled such a dorky move. Pale hooves took little steps back, blue eyes looking at anything but the stallion in front of her. Great first impression, Zora... She cleared her throat after a moment, remembering he'd spoken to her right before her little excited display. A meek grin tugged the corners of her pink lips, a sheepish look taking on her form. "Awe... I'm sorry... I got a bit distracted... Could you uh.. repeat that?" Real great first impression.