Sail on, silver girl; Any

[Ciarran]

the sun, it rises slowly as you walk away from all the fears and all the faults you've left behind

For little Ciarran, life was a game.  An adventure.  However, she was also discovering that life was lonely when you had no family to share that adventure with.  Little pitchers had big ears, however, and she'd learnt of this Adoption place by the simple act of eavesdropping on passing adult conversations in the gathering places of Meadow and Forest.  Accordingly, the sooty buckskin had set her hooves on a beeline path for the orphan-sanctuary.  Here, she was bound to find a family, horses to learn from and run and play with.  All she has to do is wait.....and wait.....and wait.  And then, wait some more.  Was she invisible, without knowing it?  How else to explain why no adults were approaching her?

With a typically childish short span of attention, Cia looks around for something new to serve as a distraction.  Her eyes gleam as they settle themselves on the little brook that bubbles its way through the Den, and she eagerly trots towards it.  As if made for her, there waits a series of large rocks protruding from the water in a line, like beads on a chain.  She quickly makes a game of it, hopping from stone to stone with the aid of her wings to make her jumps even bigger.  Initially, this works just fine, and she is giggling like a fiend, having completely forgotten the original reason for coming here.  But then her forehooves slip against a wet stone-surface upon impact, and all of her ends up in the stream, the game done and over.  Soaking wet and quite indignant, the dusky filly makes her way back to the grassy shore.  Huffing threats against the rock and all of its friends and relatives, she flops down on her stomach, all six limbs spread-eagled in hopes the autumn sun will dry her off.