05-20-2016, 12:26 PM
Iona, unlike some mares, had quickly gotten used to her home over time. It had been a bit strange the first day, having to go off a lot and explore, figure out her way around the place, but she'd learned it all soon enough. She'd learned where the water sources were, where the best places to get rest among the pine trees were, and even how to avoid any predators that might sneak into the Chamber and come after her.
She did have a nasty brush with a mountain lion when she'd ventured out of the Chamber one day, and had a nice sized cut on her lower leg to prove it, but when she'd headed back to the Chamber to get away from it, the lion had stopped chasing her. It was almost as if it didn't want to be anywhere near the Chamber to begin with.
Not that Iona cared. She'd gotten away, and though the wound was still healing, she was fine. She could stand and run on her leg, the wound was not fatal, and she was alive. That alone, she was thankful for.
This day, about a day or so after the attack, Iona was spending it doing what she usually did: venturing around the place, searching for places she hadn't been to before. She hadn't found any yet, but when she began walking across the meadow, she spotted the tree. It had been quite a sight the first time she saw it, but now she found it highly interesting. A tree that didn't stop burning... She didn't understand how it worked, but found it interesting nonetheless.
As she got closer to the tree, she spotted a couple of horses near it. One she identified as Nymphetamine, the other two, she had no clue. The chocolate flaxen mare cantered up to the group, taking the weight off of her left front leg as she came to a stop once she reached the group.
"What are we talking about?" Iona asked, a mischievous smile on her face.
She did have a nasty brush with a mountain lion when she'd ventured out of the Chamber one day, and had a nice sized cut on her lower leg to prove it, but when she'd headed back to the Chamber to get away from it, the lion had stopped chasing her. It was almost as if it didn't want to be anywhere near the Chamber to begin with.
Not that Iona cared. She'd gotten away, and though the wound was still healing, she was fine. She could stand and run on her leg, the wound was not fatal, and she was alive. That alone, she was thankful for.
This day, about a day or so after the attack, Iona was spending it doing what she usually did: venturing around the place, searching for places she hadn't been to before. She hadn't found any yet, but when she began walking across the meadow, she spotted the tree. It had been quite a sight the first time she saw it, but now she found it highly interesting. A tree that didn't stop burning... She didn't understand how it worked, but found it interesting nonetheless.
As she got closer to the tree, she spotted a couple of horses near it. One she identified as Nymphetamine, the other two, she had no clue. The chocolate flaxen mare cantered up to the group, taking the weight off of her left front leg as she came to a stop once she reached the group.
"What are we talking about?" Iona asked, a mischievous smile on her face.