07-03-2017, 09:29 AM
A voice. A voice just emerged from the land. And it wasn't her own. She swiftly turned her head around, and blew air out of her nose. "Who are you..?" she asked quietly but aggressively. She completely turned around to see the voice of the strange stallion. She didn't bother answering his other questions. He seemed too friendly. Was that common here? Misty Day realized that maybe there were other horses here. Maybe she was just too scared to go near them, but she keeps on convincing herself that she can't find them. She takes a step closer and looks him over. She circles him, sniffing him. He has other scents, not the ones she's learned at the stables, or the smell of nothingness in these lands where Misty Day has been. They were scents of adventure.