What has she walked into? This new land was strange and different and yet, there was something about it that kept her eyes trained ahead of her and her feet moving forward. The young mare had been traveling most of her life, not really finding some place to call home. Neverland had been temporary, but like all things the place had ended. And now she find herself here, having been greeted at the gates and given directions to this place…to the Dawn Court and to the surrounding forrest.
Whoever had given her directions must have been high on drugs or something, because just as soon as she entered the forest, smoke and the scent of burning plant matter fills her nostrils. Sloane had never been a smoker in her former travels, hating the way the ashes clog her nose and make breathing difficult. She doesn’t understand the draw some have to it. In fact, she doesn’t understand why she’s still walking further into the forest, despite the smoke getting thicker. She should be turning and walking in the other direction. And yet…there is something curious about this place. It felt as though she was supposed to be here.
And as she comes around the bend, she can start to see the flicker of flames as they seem to spread with no direction at all. The fire is beautiful and Sloane has to catch herself as he lips seemingly pull into a grin. There’s something beautiful about this chaos. But her attention is not on the burning trees for long because there is a sound of crackling that sounds somewhat close. Too close if you asked Sloane.
But it wasn’t the sound of the tree falling that captured her attention. It was the sound of a stallion, screaming out. She wasn’t sure who he was talking to, whether or not it was intended for her or someone else. Her head turns and she looks towards him. She can see the work of the others, carrying buckets of water in an attempt to put out the flames. Does he not realize those buckets will not help? The fire has already consumed the forest and will continue to do so until the rains come. But she says nothing.
She steps closer towards the others, curiosity leading the way. She wanted to know why these fellow equines continued a futile battle. Why not just accept their fate and move on. The more they stand here trying to fight the beast, the more likely they will be to perish. It doesn’t sound like odds are on their side and yet they stay. Stupid, if you asked her.
However, it was the burning equine that perhaps got her attention more. The way the flames engulfed his mane was tragic. That hair would smell of smoke for months until it grew out. It would make the individual look awkward with no mane, as if were nothing more than a donkey or mule. That hair style was not attractive. While her mind told her to run, she did not want to hear the screams of a dying equine.
And it was this thought alone that had her stepping forward to bite down on a full bucket of water. She gritted her teeth around the metal, the sharpened teeth giving great caverns for the bucket handle to rest in. She carried the water forward and as she came upon the burning fellow, she tossed the water as high as she could. At 16.1 hands, she had a little bit of height to her that she intended to use to her advantage. And yet she said nothing to any of them. She was only doing this because she didn’t want to listen to the individual die and slow and painful death.
@Somnus
