Camillia
Camillia had had an interesting time in the strange land. Of course every land was still strange to her. But the land here was absolutely still, no birds, no changing. Only her own hoof prints marred the landscape. But wait, there were other hoof prints just ahead of her. She trotted towards them, sniffing the air curiously. But the motionless air gave her nothing, no horses had caused these tracks, or at least recently. Even bowing her head and sniffing the marks themselves, she scented nothing. Now she had a path to follow. Careful not to harm the prints, Camillia followed them. She kept a careful look out for any sort of path.
The trail became difficult at times and she had to struggle not to step in the route of the invisible horse. Jungle closed in around her, trees sprouting from the sand curled around her. Vines and foliage tried to block her path. She pushed forward nonetheless, too interested to be driven away by a few branches in her mane. Emerging into a clearing, Camillia's eye was immediately caught by an interesting item in the very center of the meadow. She began forward, but realized her possible mistake. Plenty of horses had been all over this island, why had this not been taken. Considering the strange path leading here, Camillia paused suspecting some sort of trap. Concentrating, she watched carefully, sniffing the wind and observing the clearing meticulously. She refused to be caught unaware, she decided the best thing to do was wait.
STAFF EDIT***
@camillia has rolled a 3! She has been awarded +200 signos.
