home is behind the world ahead
there are many paths to tread
The morning is mostly cloudy with occasional spring showers passing by occasionally. Her winter coat was still shedding like a light white snow shower. The albino zebra striping on her body becoming more and more visible as the fluff was falling with every step she took and every shake of her body. It itched all over her body that she would rub against trees and walk between bushes trying to get the patches of hair off. She would even roll on the ground if she found a particularly good spot with roots, leaves, and thick patches of grass.
As usual Weir is never in much of a hurry. Unless there is a good reason for to hurry, or run then she prefers to take her time and enjoy the scenery around her. Plus, if she took her time she could can get a better look at her surroundings for the relic or something interested for her to investigate. Why not make sure to get a good look around. Her long white and rosy tail dragged lightly in the ground, braids wrapping around the longer straight hairs. She started to reach some open land and realized that she had gotten to the Eluetheria Plain.
It’s a land for everyone. On this day though Weir only saw one in the mist of the most recent drizzle shower. The sun is blocked out and the fog hung low to the ground. It was hard to see the stranger but it looked like her was sad or tired maybe, maybe he was lost. He is unfamiliar to her. His twin horns spiraling backwards past his ears toward his body that was stocky and masculine and looked as if the rain falling on his coat has left tiny little marks in his ruby coloring. She didn’t mean to approach from his side but it was just her direction of travel.
She stopped about 300 feet away to not give the stranger the impression that she meant him any ham. He could probably trample her into the grass without much effort. Weir has Andalusian descent but she is still feminine and frail in some ways. She evolved more in her mind than in her physical skills. She would have tools and intelligence to fight with if needed too rather than pure strength. She would be nimble and quick. She tipped her head to the side trying to get a better look at the male before nickering gently and soothingly. Hello there. I am Weir. Are you looking for the relics too? She figured it was better not to ask if he was ok, men don’t usually like to talk about their feelings and she was trying to comfort rather than ask about things that were probably not her business anyways.
