Not immune to curiority or to wander, to the wiles of adventure: Briella is driven by a sense of childlike glee when she moves, when she walks and when she guides herself just outside of the boundaries of Nerine. Wide eyed and astounded she surveys the varying land and all the distance that exists around her; but more the flitting of wings and the quick movements of a creature that she does not understand. With guided steps and measured speed she follows, frolicks and carries on until the border of Nerine is behind her and mottle of blue and white is no more: instead there is sun, warmth, and soft grasses. Moss and the songs of birds, the smell of a creek, and all the sounds of Spring and its joys. Yet orange leaves indicate Autumn, and she feels the faintest chill; but its dismissed without reason or natural cause.
Wild roses and their tangled vines become a thing of interest and she wanders through them with tiny teeth nipping and her legs absent the thorns and their wrath. Instead she hears something else, some rustling of leaves and some sound of breathing much like her; but not. Wide eyed and staring she freezes, like a deer, and her hazel-green eyes are locked on the other foal. A colt similar in age, and someone she cannot recognize: a complete unknown in her small registry of people she knows; but nonetheless she unfreezes after a moment and promptly saunters forward on spindly limbs and bouncy footing. “Hi!” she chirps, speaking with broken words and an accent that seemed more ancient than Beqanna’s nowadays inhabitants. “Oh, like me! Briella… play?”
It’s a question, but not really- more of an expected thing or perhaps a hope. “Please?” she asks, blinking and waiting- curious and watching him.
@[Thorgal] <333