But it was back now, guiding her to the south, to the west, past the lovely creek that had been her first true place of interest when she'd initially arrived a year ago. Her purple-pink eyes stared off in the direction of the lovely place, wondering how much it had changed since her last visit, but ultimately she couldn't allow herself to go off course and continued to walk with purpose into this new region. There was something here--or perhaps someone?--and it called to her.
Of course, she hadn't the slightest idea what it was saying, or whether it was actually safe to listen to, but considering it was a gut instinct the sunset-colored mare couldn't rightly ignore it--even when the snowy world became slowly muddy and damp on top of it. Phoebe felt the soft earth clinging to her hooves as she strode along and adopted a lazy high-step as she moved about, doing her best to keep her tail from becoming dirtied. A small huff issued from her muzzle, only for the next breath she inhaled to stop her in her tracks.
The girl smelled others. Not simply wanderers, but...something stronger, something organized. Her head lifted and her bright eyes panned the eerie swampland around her, searching for any trace, any sign, that another equine being was laying in hiding. She couldn't tell if her heart was beating rapidly in excitement or nervousness--maybe both?--but it added its own undeniable demand. Find them. Watchful, anxious, the young mare resumed a slow, careful walk, enticed by the possibility of conversation and company to the point that she called out in with tentative optimism, "Hello?"
@Corrdelia
