04-02-2017, 11:35 PM
Iona didn't really care what side she was on or whose kingdom she was even in to begin with. She just wanted to have a little fun with life, and this seemed to be the best way to start. Through the grapevine, she'd heard that a stallion had wrestled control of Ischia from its (ex) leader, Ea, and her friend, Ashley. Now, rumor had it that same stallion had come here, looking to expand his place of ruling and have multiple kingdoms under his hooves. She didn't know how he would manage that, but it'd be fun to find out.
The flaxen mare took her time making her way to the Hills, preferring to enjoy the scenery. Even as she approached the border, she relished the feeling of the grass tickling her fetlocks, the water splashing up around her and darkening her coat. A couple of aerial creatures, birds and insects that had wings, buzzed by, the mare periodically giving chase because she simply had nothing better to do. She wasn't in any hurry to discover the stallion that lived here, because she had also heard some nasty, mad things about him.
Nasty and mad; three perfect words to describe her mindset. Crazy too, but she had already acknowledged that one many moons ago.
Iona felt her hooves make contact with firm ground a couple of times, a quick glance down telling her there were rocks buried beneath the grass. She also spotted a couple of springs dotted among the rocks, a taste of one confirming it was saltwater. The flaxen wondered how that had gotten here, but pushed that thought out of her mind as she took in the sight of the beautiful flora in the area.
Dancing at the edge of the Hills border, Iona let out a couple of whinnies, calling out in between, "Yoo-hoo? Any horses living here? Any purple stallions that took over Ischia? I've heard some interesting things and I was wondering if I could join the fun," she sand in a sweet voice.
The flaxen mare took her time making her way to the Hills, preferring to enjoy the scenery. Even as she approached the border, she relished the feeling of the grass tickling her fetlocks, the water splashing up around her and darkening her coat. A couple of aerial creatures, birds and insects that had wings, buzzed by, the mare periodically giving chase because she simply had nothing better to do. She wasn't in any hurry to discover the stallion that lived here, because she had also heard some nasty, mad things about him.
Nasty and mad; three perfect words to describe her mindset. Crazy too, but she had already acknowledged that one many moons ago.
Iona felt her hooves make contact with firm ground a couple of times, a quick glance down telling her there were rocks buried beneath the grass. She also spotted a couple of springs dotted among the rocks, a taste of one confirming it was saltwater. The flaxen wondered how that had gotten here, but pushed that thought out of her mind as she took in the sight of the beautiful flora in the area.
Dancing at the edge of the Hills border, Iona let out a couple of whinnies, calling out in between, "Yoo-hoo? Any horses living here? Any purple stallions that took over Ischia? I've heard some interesting things and I was wondering if I could join the fun," she sand in a sweet voice.