Sharp notes of laughter danced through the breeze as it played in the short brown and red mane and tail of the filly. Her dark hooves slammed into the supple soil, further scuffing and obscuring the polished obsidian. Blue spots and faded bands were further blended into her earthen coat, the dirt was rather useful for that.
Not to say she didn't like her blue spots and faded bands, but... well, let's be honest shall we, they looked weird. Just as weird as the blue-brown stripes over her cheeks, like the blue-brown swirling pattern tattooed into her fur since birth. All proud traits from her parents - she just happened to look more like her father was all.
Yet as she raced on and on, laughing as water from a small brook splashed her chest she'd ran so fast through it, one might never suspect she was the child of such a curious, studious stallion. The flamboyant, flirtatious mare that was her mother? Oh yes, very much so.
Her emerald eyes shot upward, watching as a hawk glided through the trees above her as if the branches didn't exist. Not once did it flap its great wings, and her smile grew. Perhaps it was flying on the wind her speed created? Her pace increased at the very thought, pulse soaring with the effort and excitement.
Hooves met more resistance as she continued on, though her gaze remained on the bird. Her chest felt tight, heated and pained as her breaths were rushed and shallow. Legs felt treacherous, giving warnings of mutiny should she continue at this rate. She relented, slowly grudgingly, watching with a fallen expression as the hawk continued on without her. Sighing -or at least as much as she could with what little breath she had left in her- Amaris came to a halt, huffing and puffing with a definite sheen of sweat across her back. The sun only did so much to warm her, though she was grateful nonetheless for its presence and help.
With huffing breaths she finally took in her new surroundings, slightly puzzled by the amount of rock rolling through the blotchy green and brown grass. Of course, the overly large, jutting masses in the near distance was also a rather large sign as to where she was. "The... mountains?" she questioned the silent forms, head cocked to the side as she recalled her father's brief summery of the lands they could see from their home further south. Of course the peaks of the mountain ranges were visible, though it was the first time she'd ever ventured out far enough to see them close up for herself.
Her pace was easy as she made her way further towards them then, gaze bright as she began to examine the area. "What a weird looking place..."
Not to say she didn't like her blue spots and faded bands, but... well, let's be honest shall we, they looked weird. Just as weird as the blue-brown stripes over her cheeks, like the blue-brown swirling pattern tattooed into her fur since birth. All proud traits from her parents - she just happened to look more like her father was all.
Yet as she raced on and on, laughing as water from a small brook splashed her chest she'd ran so fast through it, one might never suspect she was the child of such a curious, studious stallion. The flamboyant, flirtatious mare that was her mother? Oh yes, very much so.
Her emerald eyes shot upward, watching as a hawk glided through the trees above her as if the branches didn't exist. Not once did it flap its great wings, and her smile grew. Perhaps it was flying on the wind her speed created? Her pace increased at the very thought, pulse soaring with the effort and excitement.
Hooves met more resistance as she continued on, though her gaze remained on the bird. Her chest felt tight, heated and pained as her breaths were rushed and shallow. Legs felt treacherous, giving warnings of mutiny should she continue at this rate. She relented, slowly grudgingly, watching with a fallen expression as the hawk continued on without her. Sighing -or at least as much as she could with what little breath she had left in her- Amaris came to a halt, huffing and puffing with a definite sheen of sweat across her back. The sun only did so much to warm her, though she was grateful nonetheless for its presence and help.
With huffing breaths she finally took in her new surroundings, slightly puzzled by the amount of rock rolling through the blotchy green and brown grass. Of course, the overly large, jutting masses in the near distance was also a rather large sign as to where she was. "The... mountains?" she questioned the silent forms, head cocked to the side as she recalled her father's brief summery of the lands they could see from their home further south. Of course the peaks of the mountain ranges were visible, though it was the first time she'd ever ventured out far enough to see them close up for herself.
Her pace was easy as she made her way further towards them then, gaze bright as she began to examine the area. "What a weird looking place..."
