Follow the leader

Boredom. It ravaged her mind constantly. Creamy limbs pulled her along unfamiliar grounds, but she paid them little attention. Her once fluid gate was marred by a slight limp as her sprain ankle continued to heal. Without her sisters help, she didn't know where she'd be. It had been a fairly pleasant meeting, with only a few moments of sisterly bickering.

Russet plume swayed at her hocks, blue and silver eyes landing on the pale form of a stranger. "Damn." It was barely audible, he would not be able to hear her. She had hoped to avoid company of strangers, but it seemed fate had a different idea. She would stop, 10 feet from the boy, waiting for her to be noticed. Maybe she could still slip away unnoticed?