She must have been getting close, at least to one piece of this world's edge. The sound of crashing waves, roiling waters, was impossible to mistake for anything else, though she had admittedly only seen such a landscape once before, during her earlier travels. Her bright, purple-pink eyes stared down at the ground before her hooves, carefully picking each step before she took it. There were simply too many rocks to allow for her to move at the speedy, excited pace she wished to travel at.
It showed in the soft pout that had taken up her expression, the irritable sweep of her tail as it brushed against her barred legs. She wasn't near the edge yet, not close enough to have the best view of the wide ocean possible, and the sunset-colored mare wished in that moment for nothing else. But how did she reach that location? How could she get there without twisting an ankle--or worse?
A huff transformed into a snort as she stopped and stomped a hoof dramatically. "How do I get there?" Phoebe asked aloud to the open air, taking another second to reevaluate her options. There didn't appear to be anyone else around--though she'd grown used to the lingering scents of other equine creatures--so she was determined to figure it out on her own.
