Pale hooves poked their way lightly through the field, pink irises half-lidded as thought slowly consumed the young mare. What was she
doing out here? She should go back to the herd, back to her mother... not wonder around aimlessly, lost in her mind. If she kept this up, she was sure to get lost in real life, too.
Beatrice sighed heavily, raising her head enough to finally look around the life covered land she'd come to. Her ears twitched, and the wind played in her short-cut mane and curly tail. Butterflies, plants... nothing of interest. At least the scene was pretty.
She blinked. Oh, no. There
was someone else here. A foal..? A filly. Slowly the other made a few steps towards the young one, head cocked to the side in simple curiosity. Her coloring was simple enough, markings nice and neat and undoubtedly a clear sign of her parents. But... now Beatrice frowned slightly, having caught sight of one cloven hoof. Didn't only those of unicorn and Kalona blood carry those..? Those of light, or demonic blood..? Watching the youngling further, she wondered of which this one hailed from.
"Little one, are you lost?" she finally called out, her own youthful voice light and welcoming as she picked up the pace to that of a normal approach.
"Where're your parents? I'm sure they're worried."
