She has braved the frigid sea and come out upon the barren shore shivering like she’ll never be warm again. It was worth it though! To see the shards of black glass glittering amidst the sand and other detritus the sea has thrown up. The same could be said about her in her current state of freezing unkemptness. Moonlet though, shivering and sodden, is happy to be there on yet another patch of the dragon’s keep.
This might be a bit defiant… to still be skulking about and oh so blatantly, as he had not yet given her permission to freely traverse the North. Moonlet just didn’t think she quite needed it either. How can a dragon rule a horse’s land anyway? She was still puzzling out the answer to that as she shook some of the water off her brown skin and slapped her sopping black tail against her haunch with a loud thwack.
Nothing quiet and delicate about her at all! Despite how she might have initially looked it until one realized it was just a fierce burning fire to explore, the kind that was almost feverish and frenzied with an unusual brightness in her eyes that was perhaps borderline madness. That accounted for the thin feral look of her that began to skip merrily along the coastline until a grumbling that was more felt than heard halted her mid stride.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, with a giggle as she realized that her swim had made her rather famished and she could devour an entire field of whatever just to quell it. Which sounded quite delightful at that moment except judging by the looks of the isle, forage wouldn’t be much or all that tasty. No matter though! She liked a challenge, somewhat and would feast on whatever she could find. Plus, she could always pretend it was something else…
Ah, the power of imagination! She giggled again and resumed her skipping stride, only this time she began to angle away from the sea and go more inland. Naturally, that would be where the better fare existed anyway. Probably near some rocks or trees where it would give some coverage from the elements to make the tasty bits grow some. Then again, Moonlet was a horse and not a tuft of grass so she couldn’t attest to what conditions were better suited for growth.
She just knew that she was hungry and she’d find better food inland. Until she realized there was someone up ahead who must have had the same idea that she did. Or so she assumed and sometimes, assumptions get her into trouble as she neared the creature because what else could she call this fantastical beast?! “Are you looking for lunch too?” she asked boldly, grinning at the halfling-horse that was now to the side of her as she squeezed in along the path.
@[Cormorant]