It was not long before Valera found a good place to set down, and she settled softly onto the land with a lofty trot. She was graceful, light as a feather. Her mother would be proud of the woman she grew into. She had not seen Nayl in a long time, and the same goes for the rest of her family. After her long bout of adventure, her family had seemed to disperse and her home was now filled with faces that were not familiar to her. So, she had decided to set out to find them. She tried her best to follow old scents. She could never forget the smell of her family, even though now their smells would be entangled with that of their new home. No longer would the salty scent of Nerine's coast cling to their coats. Even she lost the brine on her golden and white painted coat. Now she smelled of many places, having not settled in one place long enough to carry it's aroma.
She walks along well worn paths among rocky hills, lined with hardy greenery that was not yet ready to give into the threat of cold weather. Her tail drags behind her like the train of a silken brides's dress, her long wavy mane drifts softly in the cool breezes that were coming from the mountains that overlooked this land. Carnelian eyes wide, her golden ears perked forward, alert as she spots horses in the distance. She was cautious, as she was not sure where she was, and didn't know whether the horses here were friendly to strangers or not. Stopping a safe distance away, she lifts her fine head and draws the air of the rocky foothills into her lungs. A familiar smell? Its pretty strong over the rest. She wonders..another family member? She takes another step forward, a soft call rings from her. Her voice echoing through the air, waiting to fall on ears below. She hoped whoever lived here was pleasant, and she hoped even more to be reunited with even a small part of her family.