When you're immortal, it seems like things come and go. Faces, names, rulers, you name it. But it's certainly not every day that you stumble upon a new part of Beqanna.
So the whole immortal thing...
When you're around 100 years old...okay, okay 130 but who's counting? You kind of get use to things. Beqanna is a revolving door of horses but the land never changes. Storms hit, meteors crash and fire burns but the land always regenerates. So on this lovely summer day, our buckskin heroine is placidly catching a warm gust of wind when suddenly she looks down, expecting to find little clods of ponies hanging out and shmoozing but whoa! There's a...forest? Where...? What...?
So now we all know curiosity killed the cat but when you're immortal...well...
With not much convincing at all the mare decides to head on down and check things out. The tawny mare can not believe her eyes as she finds a comfortable place to find the ground, feathered appendages resting against her spine. Large eyes looking up and down and all around, pinnacles flickering rapidly at the sounds and cries of birds. Hopefully some other faces would show soon so the mare knew she wasn't dreaming. "Hello...? Anyone?"
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antidote x cuerva lista
((not a great starter but yay! new land!))