All those tales spun by that buck she'd met. It made her hooves itch, and he'd already left seven days before... wherever he was she didn't care that moment. She wanted to explore. She wanted to see what the swamp was, where those pretty pretty colors hid!After moving toward the place, she made sure to hold herself tall and strong like the Acha she was. She was good, clean and dainty yet strong! "Let's go!" With a huff, she moved off, sloshing through the muck as she left the comfort of the sands behind her, starting strong and feeling high and mighty.... but at the sound of large wings, as the desert was out of sight, she began to feel the nerves creep in.
Her head turned to the side, eyes wide. There was nothing.... those Kimeti were a myth, weren't they? There was nothing.... right? "Just...keep walking! One hoof in front of the other..." She swallowed and moved on. Until she was surprised by a foxbun breaking from the bushes before her.
"AIIIIIIEEEEE!" She took off running, not sure where she was going but away from what had scared her. All until she crashed into another, not watching where she'd been going.
