This place, the scent in the air caught her off guard. Siggy sucked in the salty, damp oxygen, enjoying the tangy aftertaste it left on her tongue. This place refreshed her, the cooler air felt good against her skin and the breeze whipped those long black strands of mane around like she were some sort of runway model. There didn't seem to be many others around, the soft sand drug at her hooves, the waves rippled gently against her legs.
Directing her gaze up the cliff, she climbs the hillside, slipping occasionally on the black obsidian, until she found better footing on the grass. Dropping her muzzle into the damp shoots, her teeth tore the greenery from the damp earth. It was salty, and damp and delicious. Looking around at her surroundings she whinnied softly into the sea stained air, calling for the one who'd commanded her here. Unsure of anything right now, except that she was here, in his bidding.
Her ears pricked forwards, and she lowered her muzzle to the grass again, tearing the tender shoots from the earth, dark orbs flickered about the lands watching, waiting....