09-08-2016, 01:17 PM
Iona had a lot of words, even if not all of them were of good choice. The flaxen mare was a creature that enjoyed the simple things in life, her carefree yet somewhat mentally unstable state of mind leaving her behavioral choices questionable. She'd often been looked upon strangely because of how she talked, acted, and so on, but the mare did not care. If another horse looked at her weird, then so what? It wasn't as if that would do anything to change how she was, or who she was.
Iona had accepted that long ago.
After Beqanna's strange changes, the mare had found herself dropped on top of a mountain in the middle of the new land. Her positive state of mind kicking in, the mare just walked down to the bottom where the forest and the meadows lurked, deciding to see who else was alive. A number of horses were discovered down there, a couple of which the mare recognized, but did nothing to go over and say hi. She was friendly, yes, but did not often make the first move unless her unstableness kicked in.
In this case, it did not, at least, not for a little while. During the mare's wandering, she'd come across a group of horses that were heading for an area of the hidden land, covered by a strange mist. Deciding she wanted to check it out, Iona tagged along, trotting merely behind the horses since she figured, if they saw her, they'd chase her off before she got the chance to see what land they were heading to.
Maybe she'd like it. Maybe she'd want to make it her home. Maybe she'd hate it. Maybe she'd leave. Just full of maybe's...
After a long while of traveling, the herd finally got to their home. Iona was a bit surprised herself, with the beauty of the land and how it looked. However, the other horses were quiet; they seemed to be relishing in their new home, glad that they had a safe place.
Rolling her eyes, the flaxen mare trotted out into the open, but a good distance from the herd, eager to get a feel of the fresh grass beneath her hooves. She let out a squeal of excitement and reared up a bit, eager to see what this new place was like.
Iona had accepted that long ago.
After Beqanna's strange changes, the mare had found herself dropped on top of a mountain in the middle of the new land. Her positive state of mind kicking in, the mare just walked down to the bottom where the forest and the meadows lurked, deciding to see who else was alive. A number of horses were discovered down there, a couple of which the mare recognized, but did nothing to go over and say hi. She was friendly, yes, but did not often make the first move unless her unstableness kicked in.
In this case, it did not, at least, not for a little while. During the mare's wandering, she'd come across a group of horses that were heading for an area of the hidden land, covered by a strange mist. Deciding she wanted to check it out, Iona tagged along, trotting merely behind the horses since she figured, if they saw her, they'd chase her off before she got the chance to see what land they were heading to.
Maybe she'd like it. Maybe she'd want to make it her home. Maybe she'd hate it. Maybe she'd leave. Just full of maybe's...
After a long while of traveling, the herd finally got to their home. Iona was a bit surprised herself, with the beauty of the land and how it looked. However, the other horses were quiet; they seemed to be relishing in their new home, glad that they had a safe place.
Rolling her eyes, the flaxen mare trotted out into the open, but a good distance from the herd, eager to get a feel of the fresh grass beneath her hooves. She let out a squeal of excitement and reared up a bit, eager to see what this new place was like.