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Camelia had tried to give her a home. She’d followed the mare as best she could, tripping and stumbling through the long trek back to Camelia’s home. But they’d walked through a forest on the way, and somewhere between all of the thick trees and little hollows, Terra had lost sight of Camelia’s dark tail and become lost.
She’d run about for a while, desperately calling for Camelia in the hopes that the mare would hear her and come running. But in the end, no one had responded. And she’d been alone, yet again.
She’s been alone ever since, spending her days roaming about the forest and scrounging what she can from the underbrush. She’s managing as best she can for a child of her age, but it’s not enough. Her body is nourished by what she finds, but her mind is not, and with only the forest animals for company, she grows more wild by the day.
But, as luck would have it, she will soon have an opportunity for change.
For today she’s run across something that she has not yet seen - a clearing frequented by the other horses of Beqanna. Her dark little head pokes out from between the bushes, nose furiously at work as she scents, for the first time in months, the smells of other horses.
The sound of something rustling in the bushes startles her, and her ears drop to her skull as she bares her teeth and lets out a little growl - a trick she’d learned from an anxious little fox. She’s not about to be taken unawares.
She’d run about for a while, desperately calling for Camelia in the hopes that the mare would hear her and come running. But in the end, no one had responded. And she’d been alone, yet again.
She’s been alone ever since, spending her days roaming about the forest and scrounging what she can from the underbrush. She’s managing as best she can for a child of her age, but it’s not enough. Her body is nourished by what she finds, but her mind is not, and with only the forest animals for company, she grows more wild by the day.
But, as luck would have it, she will soon have an opportunity for change.
For today she’s run across something that she has not yet seen - a clearing frequented by the other horses of Beqanna. Her dark little head pokes out from between the bushes, nose furiously at work as she scents, for the first time in months, the smells of other horses.
The sound of something rustling in the bushes startles her, and her ears drop to her skull as she bares her teeth and lets out a little growl - a trick she’d learned from an anxious little fox. She’s not about to be taken unawares.
TERRA
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