open//little girls don't know how to be sweet girls

Her legs were still spindly little things. She moved through them, more confident and more balanced than she did when she was still nursing but still looking like she was going to stumble over at any moment. Her ears were swiveling and eyes wide. She was frightened. She was alone here and vulnerable to all predators. She missed having a herd. Her growing tail flicked as she moved through the fog of the area. Finally coming across the waters, she lowered her head down to drink from the waters. She looked into her reflection before dipping a hoof into the waters to test them. If they were not deep, she will wade into them. Her hoof touched surface, and so she began to make her way in there.

She thought she heard something, and so she lifted up her head and turned to look to see if someone was approaching. It would be nice if there were. Well, maybe it won't be so nice. Paranoia was a fact of life for most equines here. Hopefully it is someone who would be willing to take her in and offer her some security. She was past the age where she could survive without her mother, but she still wanted to be closer to someone until she was old enough to go off on her own. She often longed for a herd again, though the nightmares of what happened to the last herd still haunted her.