Hoof beats were dull over the faint covering of snow, the dead vegetation crunching obnoxiously with each step. Each dragging, sluggish, mindless step. The corpse-colored mare was most definitely not within her mind at the moment, though a definite scowl was set upon her young features. There was an argument going on with that head of hers, a heated debate between judgments about where the body should go - north to the desert with its mysteries and promised refuge, or south to the lands of those she'd sported conversation with in her travels. At least one of them must be willing to take her company back, right?
Of course, not once did the prospect of returning to her kin come to mind.
Beatrice sighed, pink eyes glossy as she vaguely took in her surroundings. The base of the mountains had the terrain morph to a strange mixture of pasture and rock, outcroppings jutting from splotches of high, dead grass. She wandered closer to the thin edge of the forest, though still technically out in the open. An easy target, a constant presence hissed in her head. Tris flinched away from the thought, drawing herself completely out of her mind and into the present.
Crap... now where had she wandered off to?
Blinking to clear her vision, she halted, huffing as she realized with a grim smile this was not the same path she'd traveled on her way to the mountains in the first place. It was another faded, almost invisible strand of loops and curves, similar but leading in the opposite direction of her intended goal. A general goal, sure, but still - point stood she was going the wrong way and had been since rising at first light that morning.
The sun was heading towards setting now. Great.
"I think... I'm forming a knack for getting myself lost."
