Shy, innocent eyes moved over the land, she wasn't used to being here, everything was so different than the place she'd once been. The young mare had been wandering around almost aimlessly. She hadn't seen another soul since her mistaken arrival, with a soft sigh she continued forward. Her long gown danced in the breeze around her hooves, her almost child like innocent eyes moved over the towering trees and over the mass amount of flowers that didn't seem to far from her.
Her hat was cocked to the side, as her long curled mane fell over the side of her face, the faint hues of lavender tucked away in the dark ebony waves that flowed down to her hooves, laced sleeves covered her front legs as a tight and light weight laced choker necklace hung around her throat, she'd worn black for as long as she could remember now, which oddly enough wasn't very much anymore.
She'd sported a nasty bump from her arrival, but now weeks later it was a barely noticeable ache, with a faint sigh. She made her way towards the flowers, with a soft smile she lowered her muzzle and took a smell. Such a refreshing smell, newly bloomed blossoms with the heavy scent of rain in the air, she enjoyed a good rain. She giggled to herself, it too was the most innocents of sounds.
