04-08-2015, 07:30 AM
Dá has become somewhat of a wanderer. It cannot be taken for granted that you will find her in her official home - the Jungle - for she spends most of her time exploring. She is perpetually filthy, as if she has not seen her mother for months at a time (although it seldom goes for more than a day). Sometimes she thinks mama should be more worried about where she is, but its a passing thought for now, she is too busy enjoying herself.
She has not seen a waterfall yet, and the name of the land alone is enough for her to seek it out. She has no idea where it is, but that has never stopped her before. It takes her a couple of days before she finally stumbles across it, and when she does, her stomach is aching with hunger and she feels like she could sleep for months.
But this is it: the Falls.
There are flowers she has never seen before. Large, round and bright yellow, they're dotted around the lower meadows. She does not hesitate to enter and examine these in closer detail with her usual enthusiasm (no matter how dull and bored she looks on the outside, her eyes are lit up with delight).
With a satisfied sigh, the small dark filly settles herself down beside one of the strange flowers to see what kind of insect life enjoys visiting these. In the mean time, she observes the cascading water and the lilting, gay flight of a butterfly.
She has not seen a waterfall yet, and the name of the land alone is enough for her to seek it out. She has no idea where it is, but that has never stopped her before. It takes her a couple of days before she finally stumbles across it, and when she does, her stomach is aching with hunger and she feels like she could sleep for months.
But this is it: the Falls.
There are flowers she has never seen before. Large, round and bright yellow, they're dotted around the lower meadows. She does not hesitate to enter and examine these in closer detail with her usual enthusiasm (no matter how dull and bored she looks on the outside, her eyes are lit up with delight).
With a satisfied sigh, the small dark filly settles herself down beside one of the strange flowers to see what kind of insect life enjoys visiting these. In the mean time, she observes the cascading water and the lilting, gay flight of a butterfly.