Raffaella had been told, more than once, that she took after her mother’s quirky and happy-go-lucky nature. And given that she had just caught herself tossing her head back and forth just to hear the beads tied into her mane clink and clack together for the sheer, silly joy of it, she had to admit, they were right. Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course! Prancing happily along by herself, braided and bejeweled tail flicking back and forth at the same pace as her legs moved, the energetic and playful mare scanned the horizon for any potential friends- or enemies. She wasn’t stupid, and knew that the stories of Kalona and Skinwalkers were more than just bedtime tales the scare young foals into staying where they were supposed to.
Seeing neither friend nor foe, she continued onwards, pausing every now and then to graze a bit if her tummy gave a growl to signal its empty status. After a few moments her thoughts turned to family, and the fact that while her mother may not have any, her father’s family was spread far and wide, and she realized that she wanted to meet some of them.
Seeing neither friend nor foe, she continued onwards, pausing every now and then to graze a bit if her tummy gave a growl to signal its empty status. After a few moments her thoughts turned to family, and the fact that while her mother may not have any, her father’s family was spread far and wide, and she realized that she wanted to meet some of them.