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09-20-2021, 12:54 AM
Dandelion was pulled from her planning by the faniliar sound of a stallion nickering, the sound rolling softly around the rock walls. She found herself turning to obey the summons instimctively, she was so used to being called back to her home herd when she'd strayed, but she took herself firmly in hand. No, she was part of no stallion's herd. She was free and under no obligation to respond to any demand for her presence. She snorted derisively, blowing her forelock out of her eyes, and heard the sound repeated through the rocks. There. She would just continue on to her exploration.
But her distraction meant that as she stepped out once again towards the outcropping, she had not planned how to do it safely, and the edge of the plateau crumbled beneath her hooves and she slid downwards instead of continuing on the plateau. The rain of pebbles dislodged by her hooves carried her further down and she finally gave up trying to fight them back up to the rim and turned to plunge down the incline instead. Well, she would explore down in the canyons then.
She kept her weight on her haunches, practically sitting as she made her way as carefully as she could, partly sliding, partly bounding, leaping the last few feet to the floor of the canyon with a sharp clatter of hooves and pebbles. She shook herself thoroughly, red dust thrown off her coat in a nimbus around her until she was mostly clean again. Well, that wasn't her preferred method of travel, considering she was now scraped and bruised from hock to fetlock, but the universe would do as it wished and horses could only accept that or go mad fighting it. She chuckled ruefully, then sucked in an appreciative breath at the sight of the walls she was now surrounded in. A natual stone arch, striated in shades of reds and creams in the same odd, wavy pattern as the other rocks, arced over her head as she stepped within its embrace to study it closer, unknowingly just around a bend from the very stallion who she thought she was avoiding, a quirk of the rock walls having made him sound further away.
But her distraction meant that as she stepped out once again towards the outcropping, she had not planned how to do it safely, and the edge of the plateau crumbled beneath her hooves and she slid downwards instead of continuing on the plateau. The rain of pebbles dislodged by her hooves carried her further down and she finally gave up trying to fight them back up to the rim and turned to plunge down the incline instead. Well, she would explore down in the canyons then.
She kept her weight on her haunches, practically sitting as she made her way as carefully as she could, partly sliding, partly bounding, leaping the last few feet to the floor of the canyon with a sharp clatter of hooves and pebbles. She shook herself thoroughly, red dust thrown off her coat in a nimbus around her until she was mostly clean again. Well, that wasn't her preferred method of travel, considering she was now scraped and bruised from hock to fetlock, but the universe would do as it wished and horses could only accept that or go mad fighting it. She chuckled ruefully, then sucked in an appreciative breath at the sight of the walls she was now surrounded in. A natual stone arch, striated in shades of reds and creams in the same odd, wavy pattern as the other rocks, arced over her head as she stepped within its embrace to study it closer, unknowingly just around a bend from the very stallion who she thought she was avoiding, a quirk of the rock walls having made him sound further away.