She’s been wandering more and more lately. She loves her mother, loves the games they play together, loves their home and it’s many beautiful plants and parrots … but Ischia has started feeling rather small. There’s only so much she can do on one small island after all, especially as a young child, with no other foals her age to play with. She aches for company, company other than her mother (as much as she loves her) - someone she can goof off with, be silly with.
She’d kept to the sandbars at first, not wanting to stray too far, and earn her mother’s ire. But then Azlyn had found her, and with a knowing look, had given her permission to wander further afield (so long as she doesn’t stray past the playground).
So here she stands, hooves planted firmly in the snow at the edge of the playground at the edge of the playground, amber eyes peering eagerly ahead through the widely spaced trees. But her excitement is short lived. There’s no one else in sight, and her face falls in disappointment. She’d been looking forward to finally having the chance to make some friends.
But no matter, she will make the best of it while she’s here! Starting to hum, she steps forward into the trees, eyes now seeking out rare winter flowers instead of foals. If she’s going to be here by herself, she might as well practice! And she might as well keep moving because she’s never been this cold in her life!